A storm engulfs this mighty land,
Leaving nothing shown,
Standing with my vision obscured,
And no where left to turn,
The stirring of an oddly sound,
Left me in a trance,
The sound of wings, the thought occurred
“Where are all the plants?”
If somethings out there, in this wretched place
“I hope it’s very friendly”
Through these clouds of fog, a flash of red.
a fire in the night.
A Cardinal fly’s, it caught my eye and landed on a fence.
A fence is here? I didn’t see it, this Cardinal has good sense.
I must retreat, find a place! Something has to give!
The Cardinals beaming feathers started taking flight.
It led me to a hilltop, no narrow than a creek.
Landed on a broken branch,”I wonder where I had landed!”
I gazed abroad, looked around, the fog was still in place.
Turning! Thinking, what just happened?
The Cardinal took me home!