Looking for Acorns  - ListenHere      

Little voices, little words, 

little sentences too,

here’s a green one, it’s a young one,

here’s an old one like you.

I laughed, but I listened ‘cause 

children don’t lie,

their eyes tell the truth, 

they can’t keep it inside.

Little eyes open up, 

little fingers climb high

try to poke through the smoke rings 

that dance and float by.

Just like those smoke rings 

my grandpa once blew,

each smoke ring spins ‘round, 

every circle rings true.

Why do the simple things

acorns and floatin’ rings

cow jumping moons

all leave too soon

then, when the children go

I think I can still hear...

Little voices, little words, 

little sentences too,

here’s a green one, it’s a young one,

here’s an old one like you.

I laughed, but I listened ‘cause 

children don’t lie,

their eyes tell the truth, 

they can’t keep it inside.

Looking for acorns, 

looking for acorns,

Zola, Sophia, and me.

Looking for acorns, 

looking for acorns,

looking for acorns with me.