The Playful Boy

He shows me the dog, the moon and the tree When the dog barks he cries When the moon disappears in clouds He tries to trace when fails cries He shows the trees when hears the birds songs When the leaves sings when wind passes The leaves that shivers in the wind I showed him the tree and its leaves The flowering plants and butterflies The coloured birds flies here and there When the kites came in heights and he shows The symbols are clear, the body languages correct He makes his own verbal sounds with meanings The innocent looks sudden fear emotions Every one likes a little child's play