On a dark summer night
Wind blew with all its might
Madly swayed the brim of trees
upon them fluttered tiny leaves
The scandic sun had set today
Which is unusual in a way
Because its that part of the year
When the days never draw near
Fingers hit the keyboard
While heart seeks to unload
All it sensed and believed
as it yielded to its needs
Now it strives to sort
Those little precious thoughts
Which hold a promise
That morning would be a bliss
That sway of those trees far away
Influences me in many ways
Though the wind is shut out
Its power asks without a doubt
What if i had no glasswall
And right on me it would haul
Where could i seek shelter
Where could i run for cover
Those trees bent and unbent
looked like so very spent
but they stood up their shoots
because deep down they had roots
If my roots anchor strong
the winds can do me no wrong
Life will sway little and more
But the storm will pass away for sure.
