In the wind of the grassland, <br />where green grass grows tall <br />above your head <br /> <br />Sighing waves of flashing green <br />comfort one another <br />across the sun strewn lawn <br /> <br />Gritty details, dust and blood <br />carry as a scent on the wind <br />the cry, we'ih-ooh. <br /> <br />Oh the Chocobo has fallen, <br />the pink and the yellow <br />or the wily black male <br /> <br />A wolf of red hair and fiery tail <br />growls over the corpse <br />and eats around feathers<br /><br />Poet Dragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fallen-chocobo/
