Found you where you broke the fence
Fallow field to rest in
Clear your mind till there's nothing left
But two arms to lay in
Morning Sun may leave us
And the night may show
All our woundings
See the dogs upon the path
How they pull to lead us
To the streams they seem to laugh
At how we think they need us
But here between these leaves and stones
Here I know
I'll go where you lead me
Pretty birds fly south each year
Abandon all the feeders
But loyal hands stay patient here
For the lovely brown creatures
Fire warms and fire burns
And now I've learned
The cost of the cold
