The Dove

The world always seems so cold

The days seem longer than they did before
The nights seem colder and the wind echos loudly
The soft whispers of the trees become ferocious roars
And the foxes' gentle howling become vicious cries

The sun seems to never show its face
The moon always melts into the dark
I never thought it possible to feel so alone
I never thought the world could be so cold

But amidst the darkness where all seems lost
The only glimmer of hope is found
In the dove whose feathers are white as snow
Who brings her peace to those in her presence

When the nights are black
She becomes the moon
When the day is cold
She wakes the sun

The purest of creatures living in a world
Where pain and fears presence is ever-known
The purest living with the polluted give you faith that
Maybe the world isn't that cold...