Assured

Hollow reeds broken at the joint by the storm are treble flutes as the wind sings bass. There is music everywhere when I really listen. I love nature when it comes in fury.  Contrary by nature I grow calm in the storm and feel the calm power of your hard rocking mind. I'm overheated within and need to feel the cold blast of reality in the chill of an arctic wind and in the the tenderness of your voice I am assured.