Strips of gray , alabaster and black brushstrokes streak across my confused sky .. Howling , relentless zephyrs hammer fledgling Oaks and softwood Pines ..
Curious leaves and needles clamor beneath the canopy , searching desperately , running for shelter ... Cardinals and Thrashers witness the exodus , their curious chirps drowned with each gust of late February's
Winter fury and banter ... The wind is a young child this afternoon , testing her Mothers scorn , running free throughout the yard intrigued
by the other side of the road ..  Storm clouds are in juvenile mindset as well , threatening rain with their mind on Carolina , tempering my welkin today and gone by tomorrow ..

It's hard to love your baby,
When you don't love your baby.
It's hard to love your baby,
When your baby don't love you.

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It's hard to love your woman,
When you don't love your woman.
It's hard to love your woman,
When your woman don't love you.

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It's hard to love your honey,
When you don't love your honey.
It's hard to love your honey,
When your honey don't love you.

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It's hard to love your lover,
When you don't love your lover.
It hard to love your lover,
When your lover's been untrue.