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GOD'S CREATION (Knock-knocks)
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
The sun.
May I come in
For a short visit?
I want to invite you
To listen to a private concert
By the singers in the forest.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
The river.
I run through the woods.
Would you care to come with me?
I know many other singers.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
The forest falls.
I have the water falling
From high up and down the river,
Falling and singing all the time.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
A choir of birds.
We are full time singers.
When we are not sleeping.
Or eating insects,
We are putting songs in the air.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Your friend the monkey.
When I make sounds,
Guess if I am talking
Or just sharing a song with you.
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
A larva.
I am about to be something else.
After my metamorphosis,
I will be a singing insect.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Baby Vicuna,
Bleating for my mother.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Bluebird.
I am looking for a place to nest.
How I love to sing;
I will be a nice neighbor….
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
The wind.
Not only I make branches and leaves
to sing,
I also have a voice of my own.
Theresa Catharina de Góes Campos |
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