Shack

Ting ping singing raindrops drop
upon the roof of tin
Horses gallop, clip clip clop
to bring the traveler in;
Respite from the stormy blast,
nature drove him there
away, far from his stormy past
into the arms of care.

Shaded from the fiery sun
by storm clouds now outside;
the frown becomes the smile of fun
the traveler doesn't hide.
Feast upon the woodland song
the birds of prey demand.
The chirp and squeal of running long
lies now in nature's hand.

Rest upon the featherbed,
a token gift of grace;
while memories flee from weary head
and wrinkles from his face.
Maiden of the misty woods;
how do you stay alone?
How do I earn with no such goods
this feast that you have shown?

Together, yes forever
let my heart become your prize,
though you think me clever
for your grace I'll be unwise.
Cover my mistaken eye
with sights of love for life
Maiden, come and tell me why
you want to be my wife.

Nature, how you drove my heart,
you took my life away;
Stormy weather drove me on
and brought me to today.
Let me find your Master,
let me thank Him for His hand
that drove me ever faster
to this home where I can stand.

Birds of prey now fly away,
go find your festive feast;
The celebration has it's way
the best found in the least.
Fell the tree for winter heat,
cure the wood for fire,
work the harvest, cure the meat;
at last, realized desire.