Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

A Ballad For Father's Day


You are my sunshine in the sky
You are my ocean
Full of whales
You are my dreams
Of tomorrow
You are the tree that is growing
Here on earth
You are that beautiful wild flower
Inside of my heart
You are the rain that is watering that beautiful wild flower
That is inside of my heart
You are the mountains that I climb each day
With pride and joy

Submitted: Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011

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  • Colleen Courtney (6/17/2014 2:27:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem written as a tribute to Father. Comes across as could be for your own earthly father or our Heavenly Father. Either way it is beautifully expressed. (Report) Reply

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