Belgium

The storm is brewing so within,
And bubbling ever fierce,
It gives a feeling of escape,
Of one who seeks to pierce

Through to heart of matter,
To find a Spirit there,
Of nature calm and peaceful,
But strong and decisive, bare.

The cork which loosens so the pain
Gives rise to uncertain times,
But in the end all will be so,
As charted in the skies.

Believe that which you know be true,
And do not break your ground,
Stand tall and mighty under fire,
And know your truth is sound.