Many step short
when others do not
Foward into the sun
Approaching the morning
Silently a bird does chirp
Intwineing it tune
To that of kettle
Whistling on the stove
Briskly the wind floats in
Reminding us to go forth
And to live
For those who do not
Though air may vent
Their minds are asleep
To the truths only a snowflake can give
when others do not
Foward into the sun
Approaching the morning
Silently a bird does chirp
Intwineing it tune
To that of kettle
Whistling on the stove
Briskly the wind floats in
Reminding us to go forth
And to live
For those who do not
Though air may vent
Their minds are asleep
To the truths only a snowflake can give