All-ways a crow. (There is).

All-ways a crow. (There is).

In a summer meadow you cast your shadow low
Black stepping stones haunt my pathway home
In a winters landscape your darkness shields the glare
Of every shining crystal and still you are there
At my birth you waited
For signs of life's first show
At my death you will be there
To gloat on life's last show
Always a crow.