Notes Begin to Bloom by Lori Yamamoto

Tiny fingers dance, Softly, on the smooth white keys, Notes begin to bloom. All the chords, like gentle friends, Singing sweet, as one we are. Little notes whisper, Each one finds its special place, In our happy song. Just like us, so soft and kind, Everyone belongs right here. Sparkly sounds twinkle, A quiet, pretty music, Blooming in my heart. All the people, sweet and small, Fit so nicely, just like notes. In a world of colors bright, Where dreams float like cherry blossoms, We dance through the city nights, With laughter echoing softly, Little beats embrace the air, As the stars twinkle in time. Every moment, a fragile gift, We share this melody divine. Feel the rhythm, slow and sweet, Let our hearts, in harmony, meet.