Poems from Grapes_W8
The air is still,
the sky is calm,
the rain is soft,
Like soothing balm.
Rain keeps falling,
Chilling,
Calling,
Rain keeps Calling,
Calling...
Tall waves crash,
High breakers bash,
"Strong am I"
It says midst clash,
"For Fire burns,
And Stone can churn,
And Man can Learn,
But Sea...