HER WUTHERING HEIGHTS



There is a place upon the hills
Where tranquil peace, her heart
It fills
And there is where she longs to
Stay
To watch the leaves gently sway
Through whistling winds they
Seem to say:
She sees you there beside the tree
Composing a poem for her.
Your quiet thoughts are far above
Entwined with prayer and oh
Such love.
She's found this place to be
Just right,
To be her favorite wuthering heights.