Gift of the moon!

God's creation

My jubilation

Your beautiful eyes

That sometimes cries

Your whispers soft

Are Like the breeze at the tree top

Your soul purer than gold

Your tiny hands I hold

Wrapped in a rainbow, like sunshine

you are all mine

Dancing like flowers you bring joy

You are my precious boy

Bright and colorful

Like an artist's painting beautiful

You have a smile 

that's longer than a mile

When words you speak

I rise to the top of a peak

You hold my hand 

Not because you can't stand

It's your trick to be with me

Nothing else could make me glee

Behind me you hide

Secure you feel, not that you are shy

Sometimes I scold

If you fall, I assure to hold

Like a shield I stand before you

For every adversity in view

Oh my little tea spoon

You are the gift of the moon