#2823-Song

There is a rooster,

That lives by our house.

I often listen to him sing,

To the ringing of cowbells,

As my day begins.

Their melodious symphony,

Carries me back in time,

To when I was a boy,

In a faraway world.

They were times,

When days were long,

Those around,

Happy and strong,

And when at night,

Sleep gently arrived,

Dreams were soothing and warm,

In a vast world,

That felt safe and calm.