Nature And The Heart Poem by Gordon Smith

Over in the valley where the river carves it's way,
Is a small rustic cabin, with chimney smoke billowing away.
The air is crisp and clear,
With a mind full of sounds to hear.
The grass is joyfully bending in the wind,
All the trees are beginning to bend to each other as friends,
As the breeze picks up, and the storm begins.
The birds, and the animals all fall silent, in the wake of storm,
All digging in, and bracing for the violent storm.
The windows are rattling and the door is banging,
Through the roof the wind is singing.
Over in the valley where the river carves it's way,
The darkness is falling, daylight is passing away.
Danger is in the air, nature is tearing itself apart,
Like a rejected lover suffering a broken heart.
Nothing else matters, but sweet revenge.
Blindness covers the heart, as the pain deepens.
The wind blows cold, as all of nature is stressed,
Over in the valley where the river carves it's way,
the battle is slowly coming to an end, with the dawning of a new day.
The birds are again singing, with rustling animals in the meadows.
The eyes are almost dry, sunshine, beaming in the window.
The cabin is warming up, the pillow is drying out,
All the storms have passed, now just the clean up.
The cabin and the heart both are in need of repair,
In time both will be restored, only through the power of prayer.