He always hears birds and waterfalls
And smells flowers and fresh air.
Often he walks far into the sunset.
And his paws feel the leaves, grass and feathers
And they tickle his little paws,
And he likes it.
So I bring him out every sunset
And he gets happier and happier each day.
But in the winter something goes wrongThe sunset does not come
Out any more.
So my little baby gets sadder and sadder each day.And if my little angel is sad
Then I am as well.
But at least summer comes back
And me and my baby
Are happy again.