A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.