Meadows bow to the Winds,
Trees invites a zephyr of touch to their leaves,
The Oceans laughs at the tickles of a breeze upon their waves.
The house boat anchers itself away from the joy,
Though the Winds attempts to surround the house,
It remains still.
The Sun feels the pain of The Winds,
And shines on this little boat of sorrow.
Amends are created,
Tears cease falling,
Warmth is found.
With the smallest draft,
The anchers abandon its hold,
A flight of guffaw joins the Winds.