Tempest Over a Cold Land - A painting by Deepak Menon

When there are the fiery winds of war or love

Some remain unaffected like the placid dove

Some rage and churn out emotion

And sleep through the commotion

Like the Icy Coldness of Snow Covered land .....

But even in the cold desolation

There remains a spark of elation

And a house is built - a house of love

Like the little house we see above

And always there will be Lady Hope's hand......