Tempests

So, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I decided that it would look pretty with a picture.  Unfortunately, I couldn't get my external hard-drive to work, so now it has both no picture, and is a day late.  Que sera, sera!

I wrote this one while watching Sunrise Earth, which is satisfactoraly inspirational during a cold winter.


Tempests

The waves of the ocean beat upon the shore

The rock stands strong before the sea

Shielding the moss that lives behind it

From feeling the brunt of the tyrant

Yet, time whittles away the earth to dust

The wind blows the dust far and wide

Even a heart of stone is easily destroyed

When faced with too many tempests