The little songs of life

The little songs of life
I sing in my playground

it is a beautiful world
with magic happening all around

tiny caterpillar whom i called joe
just turned into butterfly
now it hops from one flower to another
stealing bit of love from each

cute puppies of mamma julie
come running to me at the sight of mine
they don't know me or my name
yet love me like i am their best friend

i run up to the grass hill for my stupid cartwheel
but i topple upside down
the kind bed catches me everytime
until i get it right

there is a bench of wood in the park
for old people to catch a breath
the bench remains the same but people
how beautiful is the religion of love

i play until it gets really dark
but never get scared as its my park
when the lights are dim
the moon shows my path

as i lay happy on my bed
i think of them all at night
to comeback tomorrow and play again
sing the same little songs of life