Friday, May 29, 2009

Friendly Leaves

In my hours of deepest pondering
When thoughts have turned to darkness wandering
  And hope has all but faded
I think of cold but gentle showers
Which feed the roots to bloom the flowers 
  And the leaves by which I'm shaded

So when the sun will burn too bright
The cool and moist of rainy nights
  Found stored in friendly plants
Then though the weather may be wild
Protected I might find it mild
  As under the boughs I'll dance