This I can attest to you
that birds will always sing.
and butterflies take wing.
This, I can attest to you.
This I can attest to you
when rain clouds fill the skies
somewhere, a mother will sing a lullaby
this, I can attest to you.
This I can attest to you
when wild winds do blow,
that these are ‘the times’
and you will know.
This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you
when lakes no longer blue,
sad times will come to all,
and also to you.
This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you
Red blood in streets will flow.
Hardened hearts will come,
and then, they will go.
This, I can attest to you
This I can attest to you
Beware the ides of man.
but swiftly this time will pass,
and spring will come again.
This, I can attest to you
May 23, 2019 ©
Kay Ekwall |