In the powdered white snow
Where we became silhouette's next to the lavender sky
My canine counterpart was weeping for mama
This is the last withstanding jovial memory I have of my pup
Although this may not seem joyful
Her words were quite literal
As we stood just away from her
This may be the most valued moment I have with her
And even it seems to be an icy haze.
She's gone now
I waited beside her, holding her soft white paw
As she slowly passed
following as cloud nine guided her
I could feel her spirit breeze away from her body
Her chile toned tongue slipped out of her mouth
And a glass tear made it's way down my autumn burnt cheek
Landing softly on her pure white coat
On this tranquil blue day
I was reminded that a dog can be a man's best friend
But like a best friend,
their lives are also a short palm breeze in the continuous wind.
