Come out now, it's safe
Don’t wait for the wind to tire
The tides to stop yawning
Or the world to yield.
There are storms that clash,
That strain your ears and
Tighten the strings on your heart.
There are times you’ve lost
Where exactly you sleep at night.
There are times your white hare
Will wonder if it is worth risking
Its pure white fur
For the freedom of sniffing the air.
See the trees and the blue skies
And hope that your white hare
Is wrong about the foxes
The wolves
Bears
And worst of all,
Wrong about the hunters
Who thirst for its hide.
And if that white hare is right,
Then you’ll know where to hide
But
For now
It’s safe.
Come out now, it’s safe.
Your white hare can be wrong
For now, it’s safe.