Grga Pitic: "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Nambawan!

There once was a time, when you ran free.
When animal and man, lived in harmony.
But time has changed, and life for you is nothing but a death cage.
Men shoot you and leave your bones hanging from a tree.
A deadly price for those of you who dare to be free.
It must be hard to have no home, that you can truelly call your own.
You run as one with the wind, you fear the creatures with white skin.
Your young wild spirit will always fight, you are thy child of the night.
Your coat is sleek and pure, yellow? Red? The colour we can never be sure.
Your cute ears and nose, outpowers any beauty like a rose.
Your eyes hide wisdom and sorrow, you fear what will become of tomorrow.
There once was a time when you ran free,
But can that time rise from the grave and live again?
Yes it can, I believe.

  Emalee Droy Feb 22, 2014 11:51 AM