What could make the sky so glum,
That she cries for hours without let up,
Dark clouds have from the south come,
On my roof it sounds like a drum…
So depressed she does sound,
Tears so heavy she saturates the ground,
To walk, water wings we need,
Then again, her tears do of Nature feed…
Pouring down,
Some things may drown,
With her tears does come a frown,
Sometimes though tears can be the talk of the town…
© ed * 11/24/08
~W~
Newfie hugs, Rose
Cheers,
Dan
fee
Georg
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
A sad, sad write!
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla. :(
a Jersey thing. -gene.
So depressed she does sound,
Tears so heavy she saturates the ground,
To walk, water wings we need,
Then again, her tears do of Nature feed…