The
wind seems angrier tonight
Than
there is cause to be,
Yet
all the windchimes ‘round the house
Are
dancing merrily.
My
heart is weary, a bit sad,
But
joy hovers near by,
And
it will find its way into
Each
weary thought and sigh.
Much
like the wind tossing the trees
And
making the chimes sing,
There’s
joy and turbulence in all
That
our life has to bring.
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