A perch upon for weather
Life's most daily grind
Where humans flock together
There would be a sign

Of the past in the making
For futures present toil
A seed now overtaking
The ground to which it spoiled

Upon a beam of golden light
A passing hand of care
To light upon the eyes of sorrow
And question sadness there

A tale of woe lost of time
For each day a pain more to bear
No shades re pass could trespass
Only poison for it's care

A test of time to taste the wine
And together they were fair
To end a fate a destiny date
For which neither was aware

A snippet of stitch
For the love of care
A friendship born of time
Now both in could share