Wet and cold with no where to go
Eating scraps to stay alive
A room for the night is under a tree
Will I survive, I hope I survive.
How much longer can I cope?
Do I have the strength to carry on?
The rain is beating against my coat
Where am I going to where have I come from?
I’m tired and hungry now; I can’t go on
I’ll lay down by a tree
I wish somebody out there
Would come and rescue me.
I open my eyes, what do I see
A friendly smile, warm hands, warm face
Many hands comforting me now
I wag my tail, now I’m safe.
People coming and people going
But I’m still waiting
Coughing and sneezing, blowing noses
Why are people staring, why am I still waiting.
My turn next, hopefully
How much longer must I wait
Next time maybe, maybe not
I was before them, how much longer must I wait
I am called at last, my waiting is over
Now I must rush in case I’m late
The road is busy, too much traffic
Where is that bus, how much longer must I wait.
A sign of life, soon to open
To face a world of colour and wonder
Gradually opening to a new beginning
A life in bloom, worth seeing.
An abundant of colour, rich in aroma
From within the centre grows
In all its glory the beauty shows
Standing tall the perfect pose.
All too soon life is over
Petals shrivel and fade
Fall to the ground, blown away by the wind
Until the cycle begins again.
Dark and dreary January cold
Oh to be home with a warm drink to hold
In front of the fire we sit and dream
Of warmer days, the sun to be seen.
January cold, the biting wind
Streaming eyes, but the birds still sing
Pavements are slippery, careful how we go
All through the night came the fall of snow.
The lighter evening will soon be here
Warmer days to make us cheer
The sound of the Cuckoo, the sign of spring
But until then the January sting.