My dearest Otter
Your eyes swim with great hope.
As I watch you glide
In this clear rivulet,
You seem so sanguine
About the days to come.
Even as you play,
Your hope shines like the sun.
You are so doubtless
When engaged in the hunt.
With all of my heart,
I fail to match your faith.
My soul is so aged,
Humbled by life's hardships,
Scarred beyond belief,
And chained down by sorrow.
With pain in my heart,
I can't help but wonder
What God said to you
To provide such good cheer.
Please repeat to me
Why it is that you hope,
So we may swim in-
The river side by side.
Nature and the power of word unite to enthrall!