What my muzzle has kissed, and when and how,
I have remembered, and what paws have touched
Between my ears till moonrise; But the forest
Is full of whispers tonight, that laugh and sing
Upon the water and further more;
In my chest there moves my love
For remembering times to come again
Will turn the sky so bright
There in spring sits the meadow
For the love of nature to sweep back in
To take the silence far away
Love never really leaves for good
Winter sings with its cold grip
But only for a bit
For summer comes again
I got inspiration from
'What my lips have kissed, and where and why' by Edna St. Vincent Millay
