The sky is grey and dark
Defying the sun to
appear
Then the wind picks up
And thunder is getting near
Rain follows with lightning
Flashes that strike
fear
And preludes the
thunder
So loud it deafens the
ear
But then its passes on
And the skies are clear
After the ice queen’s bitter touch
Fountains cascaded no
more,
Waterfalls become inanimate.
And you cannot avoid her winter bite
Driving snow falls upon frost and ice
And the world feels her bitter chill
For a hundred years or more
The sunrise was a glowing red
As the day began frostily
Beneath the clear skies
But those skies turned grey
As the days early promise faded
Along with the light
What was clear however
Was that rain was on the way
Maybe even hill snow
But it was equally possible
That the sky will become blue again
And for some the sun may return
The mighty oak lay broken
In the wake of the
storm
And I am deeply
saddened
For as a boy I climbed
Its mighty steadfast
trunk
And sat amongst its
limbs
Sheltering beneath its
canopy
As generations of
small boys
Had done many times
before me
But then I saw an
acorn
On the ground beside
my feet
So, I picked it up and
smiled
And took it home with
me
So, I could grow his
son
The sunshine dances
On butterfly wings
As they flit and
flutter
Never still, never
pausing
As they in turn dance
To natures gentle
tune
