------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.
copyright © 1995 R. Wayne Porter