Growing Old

GROWING OLD old bunny sat with remorse in the snow wondering why one would grow after all that life bestow He stretched his hands onto a big branch below thinking about how great life was some years ago, and how alluring his skin would glow Enraptured by the radiance of the snow, he sung a song to the crow telling him that he would soon go Caressed by the falling snow, he picked the ice to throw Unto the sky below Scared by the silence that would soon flow, he grubbed his trumpet to blow Starring at the snowy hills in sorrow, he whispered to them that life is narrow Looking at the heaven's row, he pleaded for time to be slow Watching the white devoid sky's show, he wished for time to borrow, but everything looked shallow and natural it is to grow Stellah