Sitting on the Bench
Sitting on the bench,
I look up to the sky,
From my sandwich box.
Thinking today would be another day
Of sunshine and clear blue,
But the rain comes in
And blow all things away.
All things except my mood.
Sometimes I miss the white clouds
Hiding behind the brillant sun.
Sometimes I think I would miss you,
But when the wind blows my way,
It blows away you from my brain.
©April 24, 2003