A Wren darts across a meadow

next to a white beach

Wet rocks strewn in seaweed

and salty waters still with light rain

Resonates with the beauty 

of my turbulent soul

 

So let the wind blow

and wild Atlantic storm

For if the sun should shine again

it might get too hot for me

One should know their place

at the mercy of Mother Nature's grace

 

Now two Wrens dart across the meadow

as a familiar wind had struck a cliff face

Oh such small things nobody cares to notice

makes all the difference

As to me

and this insignificant but beautiful life

 

~ G McK