In fields of color, bright and bold,
A dog sits still, its story told.
No cloak of fur, no shade of skin,
Can hide the light that burns within.
A therapy dog, calm and kind,
With healing paws and heart aligned.
It doesn’t matter how it glows
In rainbows bright or golden rows.
For every soul that’s bent or torn,
It brings a peace that feels reborn.
Its fur may shine like sunrise flame,
But love, not looks, defines its name.
Through hospital halls or silent tears,
It walks beside our deepest fears.
A gentle nudge, a quiet sigh,
A gaze that sees where sorrows lie.
And though today its coat may gleam
In hues that ripple like a dream,
It’s not the colors that define
But that true heart, forever kind.
For wrapped in gold or cloaked in hue,
A therapy dog remains so true.
No mask or dye could e’er disguise
The aura shining in its eyes.
So let the world paint what it may,
This dog brings light into our day.
And those who’ve felt its spirit near,
Know love like this is always clear.
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