A “ring” by the bedside, unbearable at times
Outside the windows, chirps to the winds
Continuing without the beautiful chimes
Offer chances to repent such sins.
Static vibration under a smooth base
The wood beholds and carries such weights
Passing rhythm to the capacious space
And into the mind, of what awaits.
Creaks of the stairs, cacophonous mess
What greets the unwary ear,
Is the comfort a humming’s caress
Bearer of the ear, a beautiful melody to hear.
Then the fading of the sun’s charm, the gloom appears
Within such haze, droplets begin to raze
Their might, facing the sturdiness of the ground
And the war rages, resulting in endless tears.
The disorder dwindles, the sadness vanishes
A warm welcome of light, an enthusiastic smile
Who knew such weather could bring such damage?
Under the blankets; peace could settle for quite a while.