I know you had to go
And yet it helped us grow
Made me move on
From things I will never know

A learning experience, some would say
To look at the world in a different way
Not under your wing
But to fly and fly
And to learn how to sing

And...
At last we learn
We grow
we know how it goes

So thank you for helping become what I know

There are many hobbies out there
Most of them I do not dare
Some are jokes
Some are fun
Just to think about them
Makes me run

I don’t have a hobby
And I never will
My hands are butter
My feet are stones
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own

People go ridding
People go swimming
People are singing
While they are running

Me,
I am sitting all on my own
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own

Open your eyes
Try to see
Look all around
You’ll find me

Listen close
Try to hear
You may end up hearing me

With sound so sweet
Your ears will get a treat

Why not try
To find me...

The question that we,
all have been looking for
Has been here the whole time

Under our noses
Beneath our eyes

No one knew
No one could see

That the hidden question
was to be seeked beneath

Popping up,
One by one
Finally they appear
Red and black and oh! So flat

But sadly they disappear.

There’s a sound
In the night
Roaring loud
With lots of might
Wakes me up
And tears me down.

I need a room
With not that much sound.

I love the snow
Just look at it glow
Clouds big and puffy
Makes snow small and fluffy

The snow blows left
The snow blows right
It makes us shiver,
With a fright

Children playing,
Having fun
Adults wondering,
Were is the sun?