a lark in the storm

a lark in the storm

clouds rushing in,

the winds blowing high

a lark flies away,

caring for the storm nigh

the winds toss and turn her

time and again

but she keeps flying high

despite her pain

i do not know where she has flied away to

if she has traveled a hundred miles or two

but that still image of her fighting the storm

gives courage and will keep my heart warm