Here is a beginning to harmony and peace. The pink fits in but the gray confounds. The water stands still. The little inlet of salty water Lies like a finger behind the house.
Yellow flowers stud the hedges.
Thatched roof, white wash, veneer of order, Veneer of calmness, but inside The kettle's not on the boil. The mountains have sat like that for years, Tilting their way to the waterside. The rich man's house Who has taken a young girl for his bride. But the lake's still flat and the gray confounds. All rights reserved.