I love the dreary days
when gray is the color of the sky
and the world seems so melencholy
waiting for mothers earths tears.
They enveolp the world
falling to the music of the trees
and on the breeze hear whispers
of the sunny days ahead.
I stand amid the cluster
of the wind rain and clouds
and i feel the realness of the bare earth
oh, how i love these dreary days.