(from - Life and Lessons Poetry By Helen Leigh)
Blow the winds that send gusts streaming,
Through the night were stars lay gleaming,
Force the change of fortunes seeming,
Turning lifes low lamp to beaming.
Misty moss beneath your hiding,
Come forth now from your green binding,
The earth does celebrate your timing,
Emerging with your silver lining.
Clouds will part with rains receeding,
Light will shine like crystal dreaming,
You will have what your believing,
Within the bonds your souls receiving.