Mouth Music

It was such a simple melody Composed that very day Only to be hummed as He wandered on his way And to everyone he met He hummed until they caught it And they all did the same And soon the world was taught it It had many different variations Maybe had more than one name But everywhere it went The message was the same Of very simple things That all remember most Like newly baking bread Like hot buttered toast Early morning rain Spring’s cool dew When flowers burst forth In a frenzy to renew It told of love and laughter The joy of every breath The cycle of renewal For each birth a death In time it returned to him In many ways unchanged But many little variations And some notes rearranged So he listened to its humming Until he knew he’d caught it Then to everyone he met He hummed until he’d taught it