Oh, Beautiful Child: Page 15

Oh, beautiful child; Your little life may be full of rain; But, from the drops, a flower blooms; it's just a growing pain. Oh, beautiful child; I need you like a butterfly needs wings; I hope that love fullfills your life like riches do for kings. Oh, beautiful child; you will come through so many of life's rough patches; If I teach you that creativity is the key, And that so much we treasure can come from a tree. Oh, beautiful child; What a cute little island made of crayon; When I close my eyes, I can almost see the sandy beaches that we can lay on. Oh, beautiful child; I see you made a whirly, swirly rose; I promise that your Daddy will not cut it when he mows.