Through sunlight still shining,
came harbingers of rain,
the smell early warning
to the forthcoming stain.

A small wiff of cloud,
Brooding grayer than ought
soon gathers a shroud
the day it has bought

Hope is now shaking
the winds fiercely blow
What once was unmoving
bends to its ancient foe.

Begun is the madness,
claiming purpose brazen.
To draw silver from dross,
the excuse it has chosen.

Thunderbolts strike
the quivering trees,
Bringing all creatures alike
to battle-worn knees.


                but


My arms they are strong
my feet on firm land
Though you suffered so long
I hold you where you stand.

I am still with you
I never shall leave
I protect and I carry you
You need only believe.