Tiny Warrior by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
You never saw the spring my love Or the red tailed hawk circling high above On feathered wings my love You only knew the snow You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow And undulate like the shimmering indigo sea You never saw me Your eyes were closed so tight They say you put up quite a fight Somehow your life was over before it had begun and Gently did I touch and kiss your tiny-fingered hand Born too soon You never saw the silver moon Or the light of a summer's day Last night I dreamt a gathering of eagles Had come To spirit you away Born too soon Your tender heart Could not beat To the pulsing rhythm Of life's taut drum
Nikolai 1982-1983
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