Poem: The Sky is Gray

The sky is gray

There is a storm on its way.

It was a lovely day.


Children playing

The branches of the trees swaying.

I am just saying.


There is a storm coming

The birds are humming

To let us on it’s on its way.


You cannot stay

Outside and play

On this day

The sky has turned gray.


Thank-you for reading.

Love and Light Brenda Marie.

Content  by Brenda Marie Fluharty ©2021 all rights reserved




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