Wind whipped tails of a weeping willow,
Snip and snap on the surface so sharp,
Of my bedroom window as I rest on my pillow,
The breeze through the trees resonates like a harp.
A gale is galing, a wailing wind wailing,
Atrocious, ferocious, it breaks my rest,
And the whip and the crack of the snip and the snap,
On the window, puts it panes to the test.
But safely inside is where I reside,
So the willow can crack and snap as it pleases,
My mind is resigned and safely consigned,
Back to sleep until the storm eases.