Ever since his arrival on Molly's birthday, Kite had longed to feel the wind in his ribbons. But whenever Molly suggested taking him outside, Mummy had a reason to say no . . . "It's too cold.""It's ... [+]
From your soft pink cheeks,
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.