A Father's Lullaby

We lay in the grass.
Not afraid of what is going to pass. 
His father lays in the flowers below.
Watching his son grow and grow.
He sings his song among the trees.
Listen and wait,
You'll hear it in the breeze.
His guitar strumming loud.
Drowning out the crowd.
The children play amongst the flowers.
Staring at the beautiful sight.
Come sweet child before the grass begins to bite.
Take your things and I'll tell you good night. 

Father and son, he told him not to worry.
He will be back very soon.
Just remember he will be back by the moon.
You never see him when he's gone.
Just remember his song.
He never made it back during the night.
Watching his crew battle and fight.
His song flies high and begins to soar.
Raise his flags high.
Oh, how father you can fly.

Forget me not.
He said as he left.
Lead me back to the hills.
Where I would spar with my brothers and fall.
Where I would take your mother dancing during May.
Where a special place will always be in my heart.
Where you will learn someday.
And with that father and son apart.
Reunited in song.
Never forget where you belong.
In my arms, now go on.
Play along.

~
Peyton Kaelyn