| When the sky weeps. |
May 9, 2008 9:50 am
1155 Views |  | When the sky’s are unhappy, they cry tears of rain,
Gently falling, softly flooding pastures and plain,
Rivers swell, snaking their way to the open seas,
Exciting the winds, gusting, then a soft gentle breeze.
When the sky’s are happy, they smile with the sun,
Warming the earths rich soil, and children have fun,
Sleepy plants begin to awaken, a show, a floral display,
A rainbow of colours from spring until the end of May.
When the sky’s are angry, they cover us with snow,
Causing some gentle rivers to stop their ebb and flow,
But the memories of the beauty cannot be taken away,
They are unforgettable, in our minds and hearts to stay. |
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