Sunday, September 11, 2011

The weather pinks and blues...


A wet morning
Cold and wry
All the shivers that come
Just cannot remain inside
The droplets I brave
To dry me, to protect
But now the gale is strong
And all that is, is flying away
The mighty birch
Shaken to the roots
The ground creaking
All hail! For the sun’s out
The rays bring warmth
Let the breeze be welcomed
A red carpet for it
Rejoice for all is well
The children shout out
Even the wails are sweet
The music in my ears
Drums a drummers joy
The happiness of heaven
The dreams of a paradise
Why they too seem true
For now I sleep deep in peace
I wish you do too…