Weather Report

I never need to be afraid
Though wintry winds may blow;
The fabric of my jacket’s made
To brave both ice and snow.

And, should the summer sun beat down
Upon my hoary head,
That doesn’t mean I bare my crown
But wear a hat, instead.

And consciousness is more adept
Than any form of dress;
Although my days are tempest-swept,
It shields me with success.

For what are thunderstorms and gales
To one whose firmness never fails?

Photo by Mitchell Hartley on Unsplash

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