If I should change as does our weather now
Then down to Bedlam I would soon be rushed
One moment calm,one moment violence blows.
Then apple blossom’s thrown into a bush.
I think of all the birds that nest so near.
I can’t protect them from this savage gale and rain.
They follow Nature’s laws and yet must fear.
For she does not protect them from the strain.
Why is it that our love and work don’t count?
Nesting birds must struggle with this hail.
Destruction or Creation equal mount
Yet birds will try again who this time fail.
We learn that even when all seems destroyed
By future hope our poor spirit is buoyed,
How my heart sings 