Poem #3

Your spirit, Rex, a vibrant hue,

Unfading, ageless, ever true.

It dances in the morning light,

And shines with wisdom through the night.

It’s in the laughter, quick and bright,

That chases shadows with its might.

It’s in the quiet strength you hold,

A story beautifully told.

It’s in the dreams you still pursue,

A youthful spark in all you do.

No number can contain its grace,

You wear it etched upon your face.

This spirit, pure, a constant flame,

Forever whispers your dear name.