by Theresa Lovelace
It's there when the new day sneaks in from its rest
It's there when night's blanket has fallen
It's there when the dew drops down from the sky
It's there when the sparrow comes calling.
It's there when the winter's icy cold breath
leaves traces of life that has died
It's there when the autumn undresses the trees
as sadness and pain fills their eyes.
It's there when spring's gentle and loving caress
embraces all life that is new
It's there when the summer sun kisses our face
and the warmth of the season shines through.
It follows us as we go our way
It never once leaves our side
Unwanted companion, sometimes an old friend
From whom we can never hide.
