Days turn to weeks
No end in sight
How can we survive
This terrible trial

We long to wake
And find that all has
Been a ghastly dream.
Begin again to smile

And see the lambs
Gambol in Spring
As they always do without
A thought or guile.

It seems so hopeless
No joy, all pain
But what is this!
So white and frail

An orphaned calf
With heart so brave
And fight to live
An inspiration to us all