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.
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