Weather Beaten

Weather Beaten

When I was as green as the grass, my love
You made me as blue as the sky above
But all your thunder lightning rain and snow
Were not enough to make me leave and let you go.

Now I'm as old as a hill or three
Your summer zephyrs put the wind up me
And all the jewelled nights and golden afternoons you give me,
dear
Are not enough to make me stay with you or keep me near.

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c. Copyright by Anjali Paul.