I was born to be with you,
To run with four legs not just two.
To fly across the sand and field
With energies that never yield.
Though elements will wail and blow
Our laughter seems to tell them “No”.
Just do your worst whether wind or rain,
For we revel in the Universe’ reign.
We breathe the air of silent Gold
Hold secrets that are never told,
‘Til circles turn and spirals whirl
We sleep for now in softest Pearl,
Then once again the trumpet sounds
And together o’er the clouds we bound.
Yes I will always be with you
Running with four legs, not just two.
Animal Logic 