Awakenings

[couchgrouch]

AwakeningsHigh upon a frosty hill,stands a lonesome old windmillwatching my mem'ries and my houseand there in the month of May,when cold weather melts awaya patch of daisies always sproutsas if they were just sleeping in the groundbut the hand of winter couldn't hold them downawakenings, awakeningswhen the darkest of seasonsturns into Springlong chilly nights, open their eyesto sunshine and wingsso when life seems dimI see tomorrow inawakeningsI walk out beneath the stars,pick some daisies for the jarI keep on my windowsillthen I sit and read the Psalms,and turn to the book of Johnto see how they were fulfilleda righteous man in a deep, cold prisonbut when that stone rolled back he had risenawakenings, awakeningswhen the darkest of seasonsturns into Springlong chilly nights, open their eyesto sunshine and wingsso when life seems dimI see tomorrow inawakeningsI watch that jar and shed a tearkeep the faith though I have no proofcos when midnight is quiet and stillsometimes I hear that windmill movefrom awakenings, awakeningswhen the darkest of seasonsturns into Springlong chilly nights, open their eyesto sunshine and wingsso when life seems dimI see tomorrow inawakenings(c)2004 Robert George