The hurricane has turned into a breeze
The sun shines on a squirrel leaping high
The birds are hiding in the holly tree
Every human being will agree
We’d better live, if soon we knew we’d die
The hurricane has turned into a breeze
Soon will come the butterfly and bee
And every little insect that can fly
The birds are hiding in the holly tree
I like hills.my lover likes the sea…..
Different people different loves arise
The hurricane has shrunk into a breeze
Lilies hide, so deep, love’s mystery
Then its offspring decorate our days
The blackbird sings atop the holly tree
Feel the woodland beauty as in prayer
Trust the unknown darkness at its core
The scary wind has turned into a breeze
The doves are cooing from the maple tree
