Clouds Of Gloom
Loud groans can be heard as the sun begins to disappear,

And many turn on the waterworks as the tears reach the ground near,

Sometimes it is concomitant by snow, hail and leaves,

Other times it’s just tremendously extravagant with a cool breeze,

But when the clouds of goom are gone and a rainbow shines then each soul cheer.

The Birds Fly Home
When the amber leaves fly in the skies,

The orange ball of light shines.

When the birds fly home for the day,

Then the sky turns pink or orange or red, its mood, its way.

And this is where the object of virtue lies.