Lamb's Dream
The lamb limped onward through the darkened day
Moments whistled by while the wind gusted
Everywhere she looked, everything seemed gray
The instinct to sleep must not be trusted
Her thoughts appeared and were faded like snowflakes
Her dream seemed so lost, like a shattered star
But she had sworn that 'whatever it takes,
'I'll find the valley, no matter how far.'
Indeed her mind was set on that golden
eden where flowers are always in bloom
Raindrops dance not just to be beholden
Some call it the paradisaical flume
Borne on by hope although her hooves did ache
She spun forward like a little snowflake
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