The fierce summer
gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark summer night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark summer night
In the dewy summer meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of summer
days
The fierce spring gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark spring night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark spring night
In the dewy spring meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of the
spring days
In a river, barely worthy of the name,
Where the gentle water
trickles back
Towards a greater
watery world,
Lives the humble
little stickleback
In a country lane
Where the noise of a highway
Is thought too
fanciful
A wagon carries bales
of hay
As the farmer heads
home
At the end of the day
Beneath the grey skies
In the crisp morning
air
An overconfident fox
Chases after a march
Hare
