by mandaceehb

Block out the sky above our heads

A small patch of colour amid an endless blue

Face the oncoming storm with valiance and grace

Protect the ones beneath your canopy of confidence


Through the warmth and the freezing cold

Days with storms and sunshine

Shield our heads from the surging elements of nature

Itself, battered yet benign


Safe and dry, we may be

But it is soaked and tattered

Cold when it protected us from the chill

Damaged when it gave us safety


Ditched in another corner

As the water drips, drips,drips

And puddles up at the bottom

Its cry too soft to be heard…