Hope has Chosen Well

Hope is our melody that only a few can sing
She likes to hide then reveal herself,
Hence we do not misuse her.

She finds a singer out of the few
He rejects: "Hope won't help us now"
But Hope is never lost.

She finds another and is welcomed
By a song she knows is hers,
It reminds us of The Mindly Home.

Others join the singer
Others join Hope and link their voices
Hope Rings 'round our world

And Hope has chosen well ... ...

Too Soon

When did the stars fall?
When did the Night Bird call?
When did foreign mists overlap
your shadowy thoughts?

It happened on the Dark of Death,
The unexpected time,
The Night Bird was the one to sing
The mourn stuck in my path.

There was no star to see that day,
They all dropped from the sky.
Those small dreams tucked away
Were dimmed with misty thought.

Oh, why couldn't come the latter day,
Or even in the noon?
For how can someone handle something
That has come too soon?

My Jump Rope Rythms

The Fish

There once was a fish, who lived in a bowl;
He loved to sing and most of all roll;
He counted his shells one by one:
Then he said I'm almost done!
( 1 shell, 2 shells, 3 shells, etc. )


The chicken

There once was a chicken;
His name was Henry Higgins;
He pecked on the old stone wall;
"O' my, O' my, I think I'm gonna cry!"
( 1 tear, 2 tears, 3 tears, etc. )
The clown
Mr.clown was sad,sad
Then he got all mad,mad
Mr. clown honked his nose
To drive the mad away
(1 honk,2honks,3 honks, etc.)