beyond
the hopes of passing dreams
beyond
the frays of broken seams
beyond
the chills of Winter's night
beyond
the calls of misplaced fright.
beyond
the lines of all you see
a
lonely song meets harmony
through
the willow, flying along
the
gentle rain becomes this song.
the
gentle song is in all things,
in
every storm and in the spring.
So
when the Winter's chill is strong,
open
your mind and feel her song.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998