When the air finally lets go, 

it whispers secrets in soft sighs

of thawing Earth and blooming hope, 

where winter’s hush gently dies. 

A better place, they whisper

yet, its your arms i long to embrace.

they call it heaven,

a place above,

better than the earth we love.

if heavens better,

why does my heart ache for love i can't remake?

I am great and tall,

bushy and fast,

orange with swirls of yellow and white. 

I am a fox.

I run in the forest with my furry friends.

my tail bouncing,