Key To My Heart

I am searching, searching for the key to my heart, In the times of redemption, it will bequeath treasures of my heart. I asked the mighty eagle, have you seen the key? He hovered over the prairies and cliffs, finally hanged his head over the top of the tree, I asked the black birds chirping on the tree limbs, The swarm looked all over the field, and flew back to the tree called home. I asked the stray deer, he stared at me, While I admired his beauty, he galloped over to the river bank. I asked the pair of parrots, ignoring me they watched the peacock dance before the rain, Nearby cuckoo bird echoed in the sweet tune, look within yourself. I asked the lover, waiting for his arrival on the banks of river, There was the sparkle in her eyes, maybe he has the key to her heart. I asked the surfer, riding the mighty ocean waves, The ups and downs of life are like riding the waves, the key is in the feelings itself. Tired I come home, my one-year old granddaughter gives me a hug, I ask her, she babbles, and I wonder, have not I found it already at hand?