The wind it mocks the flowers

And swirls amongst the leaves

Tormenting all the rain clouds

As from their midst they bleed

My footsteps they are silent

Against the rushing roar

As the breeze without a coaxing

Bangs against a wall

Soon I’ll reach the safety

Soon I’ll reach my home

And close the door so gently

In a place I call my own

Away from all the tempest

Away from all the storm

Just sitting by the fireside

While waiting for the morn

Thought To Ponder – Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we are all looking for the key – Alan Bennett

Music on You Tube – Eva Cassidy – Over The Rainbow