I love this poem - I've no idea who wrote it as I first saw it carved onto some wood at Pitsford reservoir but it sums up today perfectly!
Calm weather is for calm souls
But the light that comes
Through the whirling trees
When the wind is high
Stirs the blood of the wild creatures
Who dance to the rhythm
And sing with the singing leaves
But the light that comes
Through the whirling trees
When the wind is high
Stirs the blood of the wild creatures
Who dance to the rhythm
And sing with the singing leaves
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