The Ringing of Bells

This is a poem about Misu Zasha-Raeka,the name of my first born child(girl) if/and when I have her.

The ringing of the bells
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Down where the white owls lay,She opens her eyes in the most wonderful

 
To the wide world of dreams and things,

      To run and play,to sing and dream

           To cry over the sad things,to laugh at the funny things

When she talks I want to sing a-long

When she dreams of the green trees and blue waters,I stop to watch her playfulness.

When her eyes grow in wounder at the birds,plans,trains,and automobiles

When the rainbow colors flow bye,she giggles at the view

When the Angles come down for a visit,she greats them with her smile of peace and happiness,

With her relief touch,no thing will go un-do with goodness and lightness.

So the time of birth to her death will be full of happiness and sadness but most of all

Full of light!

-for Misu Zasha-Raeka