5How do you explain,
What death is to a small child,
Without changing him?
The churning, choppy water,
The waves, piled high and crashing,
The sea rages now.
Black clouds veil the sky,
The wild wind ruffles your hair.
Prepare for the storm.
No man is an isle,
Separate from his own kind,
By his own choosing
Clouds, thick, dark and black.
Clouds, puffy, white and so very huge,
Clouds, wispy little things
Time; it rushes by,
Ravaging all whom it meets,
It won't spare anyone.
Fall down seven times,
And you get back up eight more.
Determination.
.A griffin standing,
Oh so tall and oh so proud,
Set in time-less stone.