Shaken, Not Moved
Shaken, Not Moved by Amelia Ott I sit there unyielding; The wind blows soft and smooth. And although it leaves me trembling, I'm shaken, not moved. Rain pounds my head; Some leaves are removed. And though it leaves me dripping, I'm shaken, not moved. The wind now blows stronger, Though through it I have proved That I cannot be beaten. I'm shaken, not moved. The sky growls in thunder, My confidence is disproved. As lightning pierces my side, I'm shaken, and moved. I lay here now thinking, Of all I've been through, I guess sometimes you're shaken, And sometimes you're moved. -Amelia