Who will Survive?
One cricket sounding as the storm approaches The great trees unaware, How
many will be down, which rotting branches Will be broken or be spared?
All the beetles hiding underneath the bark And under every leaf Will not be
shaken in the flashing of the dark Or come to grief
But all the great trees will be tossed and shaken And some will not survive,
It is the great most often who are taken Who were least alive
August 27, 2011