Tempest Poem by GEN Nelson

Clouds flying by
Like the seagulls in the sky
Down at the beach
where she used to be

The storm is rollin in
The cardinal's scared to sing
Can you help it?
Will you tell it

To find its voice again
To embrace her past's pains
To learn from her mistakes
And sing the song again?

Thunder can be heard
Past the hills and mountains
It's singing free verse
Rain is spillin' like fountains

Stretched out across the sky
And the valleys are the oceans
With lightening in her eyes
Glazed overflowing emotion

That she has kept inside
Retreating from her own cries
There's nowhere left to hide
So sing the song again

She wonders where the sun has ran off to at this time of day
He ponders when his little birdie will return to him one day
And they can't help but to pray
And the cardinal cannot say
That which she cannot sing
With bells all a'ring
From the chapel back in town
And the county all praying
Does this make you proud?

Dear Sir, does she make you proud?
Dear Miss, does he make you proud?
Dear me, I dare say, I disappointed you today

Lucky for the cardinal
She beat her own drums
Strung her own strings
And imagined her own hums

She taught herself the lyrics
To a song which you may know
Now we pull the rabbit out
And really start the show

...Now listen, listen sweet
Listen wise, listen heat
Listen close, listen long
Then find your sun
And sing along