Up high in the tree
When the boy kissed the girl
And dropped to his knee.
"Will you?" he asked
With his chiseled, square face
"I will, you goat-lover!"
She answered in haste.
Wedding bells rang
And cheers climbed sky-high,
Dancing and singing,
And mile-deep pie.
The White Stork sat by
As the guests strolled away
And the couple made haste
To "roll in the hay."
Days turned to months
And leaves turned to snow
And the couple began to
Feel life-wheels go.
Groceries and books
And some thoughts of cars;
Spaghetti with meatballs
Was a favorite of thars.
The White Stork kept watch
In the high-time of day;
And he perched near their window
Each "roll in the hay."
You see:
His job is not easy,
This gentle, white bird
He determines all new life,
Just like you've heard.
It's not muscles or brains
That produces a child;
It's something much more
Than a call of the wild.
The White Stork keeps watch
Over each new-made pair;
He checks and he measures
Their level of care.
He helps with the life-math,
The addition of two,
And he watches intentions
To see if they're true.
Why?
Because his job is not easy,
When he places new life
In a small, cotton blankey
Between a man and his wife.
The child is WhiteSpecial
Because of it's soul
And Fathers and Mothers
Have a keen role.
For two that are new
To the burping and tears,
Need patience and love
To the stars and for years.
The White Stork can only
Let go and release
To hearts that are stitched
With forgiveness and peace.
So...
Celebrate and hip-ya!
The White Stork made a nest
That sits in the branches
of the greatest tree-best!
A baby is coming
Direct from the sky
With The White Stork's blessing
And his teary, glad eyes.
--
Love you all,
especially Austin and Cydnee!
