Little fox where do you go?
Beyond the darken forest
To a cold delicious brook
To sip the water for a drink
Or across rocks and thorns
To find a den to keep kits safe.
Where do you go little fox?
Dancing and skipping in tall grass
As you play the day away
Or hiding from the hounds
That can howl miles away
Letting hunter s know your near.
Where does one find a quiet place to rest?
Is it in a forest where a winding dirt trail
Leads one to a running brook with
Tall grasses where you can hide yourself in.
Or across a meadow and up a hill
To gaze upon a setting golden sun.
Perhaps on a prairie under a full moon
One can find a quiet rest no sound
But the orchestra crickets to listen by.
Is a quiet place a bedroom to rest in
Or washing of waves along the beach
Is that your quiet place to rest
I’ll rest my head for now under an oak tree
In the yonder pasture among the tall grasses.
Where do we go from here?
Some distant shore raise
The very hand to cast aside
Our souls to some land.
Or perhaps we ride upon
The very clouds that take
To the open skies above.
How about we merge into
Those sparking, twinkling stars
Shining above the nightly sky
To watch over all we know below.
So, where do we go from here?
Where does life go from here?
To what unknown I do not know.
For a future I cannot see clear;
Clouded with fog;
Black as emptiness is all I see.
What is the next step from here?
For a door has blocked my way.
It will not budge;
Locked tight as can be
I wish I could find the key.
For than perhaps I will see;
The way of the future;
What life I will finally know.