------Skies------


The sky, 
beautiful blue, 
in the middle of the day
and the sun was shining, a reason to play
to run and sing and flowers to smell
life is sweet music from a great golden bell 

The sky, 
slightly gray, 
was hiding the sun
yet not enough reason to spoil all your fun
stay, watch the robins, butterflies seem to say
be free as the breeze for the rest of the day

The sky, 
dark and dismal, 
said its over for the frolics of all
you had better seek cover before raindrops fall
run to a shelter, be as quick as a fox
rain opens the door when loud thunder knocks

The sky, 
filled with raindrops, 
makes a wet noisy conclusion
to a wonderful day filled with magic illusion
soon darkness of night will silently creep
while the sandman and rain softly sing you to sleep. 




R. Wayne Porter

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