#37 In the Enchantment’s Light

                [Verse]

In the quiet yard where shadows fall,

Millicent stands by the old stone wall,

Gaze locked on Divine Mountain’s peak,

Where dreams of yesterday still speak.

Laughter rings from distant play,

But joy feels stolen far away.

Her Rottweiler heart, once fierce and strong,

Now carries grief that lingers long.

[Chorus]

Oh, Millicent, let the anger fade,

Gunther’s spark in The Enchantment stays.

Mother Nature holds him in her care,

With angel wings and gentle air.

Though tears may fall like autumn rain,

His little soul is free from pain.

In that realm of endless golden day,

Your puppy runs and laughs and plays.

[Verse]

Marlene approaches, soft and slow,

Golden fur in the evening glow.

“Millicent, friend, may I stay near?

Share the weight of all your fear?”

Silence answers, heavy, deep,

A mother’s sorrow too vast to keep.

“Do you believe in The Enchantment’s grace,

Where Mother Nature shows her face?”

[Bridge]

Millicent turns, eyes blazing bright,

“Why speak of hope in endless night?

He was innocent, small, and true—

Why take my Gunther, why not you?”

Marlene whispers, calm and kind,

“I don’t know the reasons we can’t find.

But rage will bind what love set free—

Let sorrow breathe, then set it free.”

[Verse]

“His dreams were bigger than this earth,

A spirit vast beyond his birth.

Too bright, too bold for mortal days,

Mother Nature called him through the haze.

Now human angels cradle him tight,

In fields of wonder, pure delight.

He chases stars he once could see

In The Enchantment—wild and free.”

[Chorus]

Oh, Millicent, lay your burden low,

Gunther’s playing where soft winds blow.

Mother Nature weaves her sacred plan,

Beyond our sight, yet part of man.

Grieve him deeply, that is right,

But hold no hate through endless night.

In time the ache will softly mend,

And love will find its way again.So stand with me beneath the sky,

Where questions fade and spirits fly.

We trust the One who shapes the dawn,

And know our Gunther carries on.

In The Enchantment, bright and true,

He waits in joy—to welcome you.