We are helpless you and me,
The bluebell and the withered tree.
For the burning sun and the blowing wind,
Befalls us both.
Yet we are stood on solid ground,
And you'll find shelter in my lee,
From the burning sun and the blowing wind.
Helpless then we both may be,
Together.
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A Small Book of Life
PoetryPoems for all the happenings in life, great or small, good or bad. As with life itself, a work very much in progress.
