A spoon is not better than a broom,
Each one belongs in its own room.
A book in the kitchen feels all wrong,
But on a shelf, it sings its song.
Fire in the forest burns the trees,
Fire in the stove cooks our peas.
It’s not the fire that we should blame,
It’s where we put it that gives it a name.
Shoes don’t belong on the dinner plate,
And socks aren’t meant to carry weight.
If you place things where they should go,
Everything feels smooth and steady.
We call some things bad, we call some good,
But mostly we don’t see what we should.
A knife can cut or help to bake,
It’s how we use it that makes a mistake.
So, when your house is full of mess,
Don’t rush to shout or second guess.
Just look around with quiet eyes,
And place each thing where it belongs, not where it lies.
And when each thing returns to home,
Your heart no longer needs to roam.
Each one belongs in its own room.
A book in the kitchen feels all wrong,
But on a shelf, it sings its song.
Fire in the forest burns the trees,
Fire in the stove cooks our peas.
It’s not the fire that we should blame,
It’s where we put it that gives it a name.
Shoes don’t belong on the dinner plate,
And socks aren’t meant to carry weight.
If you place things where they should go,
Everything feels smooth and steady.
We call some things bad, we call some good,
But mostly we don’t see what we should.
A knife can cut or help to bake,
It’s how we use it that makes a mistake.
So, when your house is full of mess,
Don’t rush to shout or second guess.
Just look around with quiet eyes,
And place each thing where it belongs, not where it lies.
And when each thing returns to home,
Your heart no longer needs to roam.
