The whispers in the wind of nature's beauty,
that you were too blind to see for it's perfection;
the kiss of a sincere soul, upon a trembling frame
begging you to see, that your world's not falling apart.
No casket needed, for the bleeding and broken,
this is a nightingales eulogy, perfect penalty
for believing in sorrow, but the sun will come up.
It's purr of the feline, that scampers around in the sun,
looking for a playmate who will focus on her for once.
The canine companion, who would save his human counterpart
from a burning building, no obligations, just a loving heart.
So many splendors, so many sunshines,
the ending is eternal, the feeling is not.
Love, live and learn, though times are tough,
with love, strength and determination,
anything you believe in is enough.
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