Rock
you are a rock
rock
you are gray
like a rock
wich you are
rock

so fluttery and joyful
twittering arong
showing blue feathers
making much sound
he was my pet
flew through the house
but he was alone
all he wanted was a spouse
then he flew away
right over the hill
now he is dead
his small body is still

Winter's bitter wind digs into our bones like hot flames
it takes its toll on all, not taking any names.
Run to reach the car or bus, get out of the raging storm
how can pain and torment, become the daily norm?
We live so far from the earth's hot center line
we dodge and push the wind away, and pretend that winter's fine.
Like love that never works we wait for it to end
temperatures that fall can never be a friend.
We need the burning star to close the distant gap
like the fading runner pushing in the final lap.
Spring will come as a new love does in green and some in yellow
buts its always like a lovely woman not just a friendly fellow.
Today will be a memory trapped in a frozen mind
wrapped in the warmth of springtime and all the love we find.