Hope never leaves
but perches in the eaves
while hailstones rail the ground,
ice bullets, riveting down
drunken with power
in the storm's finest hour...
Unruffled she sits
and patiently waits
composing sweet songs
she knows she will sing
when the fury abates
and again she takes wing.
but perches in the eaves
while hailstones rail the ground,
ice bullets, riveting down
drunken with power
in the storm's finest hour...
Unruffled she sits
and patiently waits
composing sweet songs
she knows she will sing
when the fury abates
and again she takes wing.
