Stranded alone with sand between my toes
No one in sight
Looking to the horizon
Nothing but storm clouds
Shelter I need
But, these sticks and stones won't hold
Stones molded together with mud
A sad escape from the storm
The temperature drops
And I shiver
So cold
Tears start to fall because I don't know how
I don't know if I'll survive
The clouds draw near and I can feel the wind
I look over and what do I see?
Are my eyes deceiving me?
A figure walks towards me
A man with more stones
"Go get more"
He tells me urgently
I shake my head and leave him be
I gather more things and when I return
What my eyes see gives me a start
My array of sticks and stones
Turned into a home
A proper shelter from the storm
A gift so great
I walk in and see you sitting there
Arms outstretched waiting for my return
Tears flowing free
I collapse into your arms
You cradle me, giving me warmth
Kissing my forehead
Wrapping your arms tighter
We hear the wind from the storm
But, the shelter stands strong.