Wind in the Willows
The wind in the willows walking away;
Cats in the cradle carrying this day.
Harps will be humming a soft melody
Birds are bound for the top of the tree.
Flowers are flowing in fortitudes stance
Branches bending a soulful dance.
Life it lulls and stills the soul
like bud to blossom becoming whole.
Ants are artfully aiming high
Powered persistence playfully ply.
Hypocrites hiss hypothetical spew
Willfully whispered for all to chew.
Soulful spirits sing songs of praise
Unleashing light through the haze.
Darkness dawns here nevermore,
Sleeping wake on a new days shore.