When winds begin to bite,
And thunder fills the night,
A whisper says to flee,
To safety, if you're free.
The sirens start to wail,
A story they do tell,
Of what might come to pass,
On ground of fragile glass.
But some of us just smile,
And wait a little while.
No cellar deep below,
Just hope the winds will go.
We take it light and free,
For what is meant to be.
Each day a precious gift,
We know the tide will lift.
So listen, if you can,
To wise and careful plan.
And if you don't agree,
Just stay safe inside, like me.
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