I look up to the Winter sky and there I see a
friend
Who's been there looking down on me and will be
to my end
He holds his sword and keeps at bay the biting
winter cold
Though I have seen him many years he never will
grow old
I look up to the Summer sky and there I see a
friend
Who's been there looking down on me and will be
to my end
Who shows his claws and curls his tail as if to
give me warning
That life is short and to give thanks
For each and every morning.
No comments:
Post a Comment