Father - Daughter - Woodnotes.

This was the the thing too beautiful 

To be on soil or sky to be fooled

Little belly clinching the glob

And those tiny little hands clinging the robes

She made her little sleep noises like a woodnote

Where he embraced her without moving his sloth

Soon her eyes closed.

She grew young and younger 

He got old and older 

Times passed, things changed

She came to him bringing the memento she received.

He saw the glow on her face when she was rushing towards him

He saw and when she came sat by him, he grabbed her robes made those terrible sounds and dropped his face on her lap and sighed

That ain't was at all good to her but it sure as a hell was a woodnote for her.