In that world, you were thereTumbling, silly, small, and happyWhere the sun held your fairskin, wind's drifting finale Blown into rags of paperTurning, dizzy, rolls and talliesOf words felt more than said earnest, honesty's rallyIn that world, we stay happy,Chosen, living, laughing, smilingWhere the sun put winterto sleep and warmth's joystays with me

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 965 AF.