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