How my Dad taught me to be creative and different... |
With crayons all around me and a distorted fish in place I pick up two, three colours and start colouring in reds and greys Feathers added to the fish And a pink tail to sway, I make the water green and some shade of red I spray! The picture stares at me I wonder what is a miss pat comes the thought it would turn it to a perfect bliss I draw a yellow bird Its flying in the sea One doesn't appeal to me so I add another three Happy with what I made Now the picture looks complete I took it to my dad and showed the masterpiece Though he looked amused he said it was very sweet hugged me and kissed me And promised me a treat I grew older and learned that fish doesn't have feathers and birds don't fly in the sea the water is blue and within the sea there are no trees! I ran to my dad and asked him why he didn't correct me I had drawn all the wrong things I questioned him why he let me He made me sit on his lap and explained me with ease "Had i let u know then it wouldn't have been creative You made it so beautiful It was as fresh as a light breeze As you grow up more you'll know that our creativity doesn't soar It just declines as everything around is defined" That was when I understood what my Dad had given me... a gift to be creative and a place to be free I now thank my dad for letting me go wrong for letting fishes fly and the birds swim along! |