Heavy airs, soft and silent
Timid aft the rainy tyrant
Begin to fill with rhythmic hymns
Praising nature’s latest whim
She looks upon the break of light
Meekly peeking, tinged with fright
The mother lark who hears the calls
Of freedom from this season’s thrall
(Written July 25th, 2011. Poem by Me, Amanda EuNiece Pachniewska.)
