The Winding Road

A winding path through hill and plain Tree lined it marks the way to home Sun setting, comes a sudden rain Barns give shelter, no more to roam. The animals are gathered in Safe from the storm, a dry retreat Fresh hay and warmth, let night begin No harm will come, no pain repeat. The path through life, it often bends When on the way to home and barn The rains of change it often sends It will appear, without a warn. Be not afraid, the path may bend There’s always shelter at the end.