a little boy calls to a puppy
as he runs in the grass
i’m sitting in a swing
and the breeze is blowing past
there’s a chill in the air
a cardinal sings high in a tree
“i’m here! I’m here, here, here!” says he
i hear you loud and clear, my friend
my eyes are on the sky
not a cloud is passing by
something is looming…
will it storm?
will it rain?
will i?
- les’nspired
will everything be alright?
