The wind flows, and the leaves dance. the grass waves, the clouds change.
Each day, a new.
No matter how hard the sentence, no matter how easy the talk.
Nothing saves, but everything heals.
Everything sings, but nothing helps.
It's a cruel action, but a sweet environment.
But one things stands, and does not walk, nor run.
It stands, and stands, and stands.
It's fur like locks of hair.
It's eyes, sparkles of stars.
It's voice, sweet and soft.
Do you know what it is.
It's your comfort, comfort of the place you call yours.