Lily loves to sing. She loves to sing in spring. When winter brings its rain and dew, she sings under the rain too. She sings wherever she goes; her talent with grace she shows. Her songs are free and wild; she is such a unique child.

In summer, the waves carry her voice, to the whole world to rejoice; When sails roam across the seas, she sings to them with the autumn breeze. To the sky she sings and prays: “Grandma, how do you spend your days?” The sky sings back too: “Baby, I watch over you.”

Angelique Fallah

Sat, Oct 21, 2017