Wind whirled As ran poured Safety none could find But a low narrow ditch Of what little shelter it did bring When thunder gave its loud deafening ring Then a bright light flashed before my eyes with a crackling sound it lit the ground All old and dry soon did die when the fire sparked Safe not so sure but glad to not choose the birch tree for that tree died in the fire smoke did arise and buried my eyes felt the flames But feeling no pain. Glad I am not stuck at sea for when the storm ways over a red sky did cover the clouds Then remembered an old saying Pink sky at night sailors delight Red sky in the morning sailors warning