The storms remembered to be calm,


The storms remembered to be calm,

Then quietened to a wind:

The wind remembered to be calm,

Then quietened to a breeze:

The breeze remembered to be calm:

Then quietened to a shush:

The golden daffodil sighed-

It had been through so much:

And all the leaves responded-

Down throughout the wood:

A robin hopped on a paling-

Smiled as much as it could:

And I sat under the elder bush,

The sun behind the hill:

I dreamt, dreamt and dreamt again-

Wishing I could be still.