The Way He

There is something about the way he speaks,
That turns an ear to listen.
And every time he speaks,
People begin to brighten.

There is something about the way he sings,
That makes every bird jealous.
And every time he sings,
Babies are very gracious.

There is something about the way he sleeps,
That makes things seem innocent.
And every time he sleeps,
The world wants to be silent.