There is a nearby wooden deck
enclosed by slated railing
tables and chairs are spread about
neath shady bright umbrellas
Oh lucky me I get to sit
watching winds blow softly
through leafy greens and bending boughs
oils on a soft blue canvas
And out beyond the grassy plain
past woods and fence and neighbors
are questions met with soft replies
as robins sing for dinner
How long will pleasant warming sun
shine brightly in the cities
where life goes on with normal pulse
where merchants open early
When will the clouds go churning black
send torrents on the roof tops
with blinding bolts and smashing drums
shrill sirens in the distance
Why are the bees so unconcerned
while circling our blossoms
yet do they know where safety lies
when comes the great unfolding
A thousand times we've heard it said
that life goes on as normal
the sun rises somewhere in the east
and sets in red horizon
So as I ponder butterflies
children playing, passing cars
far off traveling streaks of white
above this pleasant refuge
There comes a fleeting glimpse of why
we will not see the surging flames
until the fire's burning hot
and everybody's running
But as I rise to go inside
the book for me has turned it's page
will there be pain in missing this
will I return to dream again
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