The clouds come down
December 18, 2017
Wake up one morning
And the clouds have come down
O the joy!
To be in the clouds up above,
A feeling so serene
Yet the clouds come down
It gives a realization so surreal.
The fields are damp with dew
And the dawns billow with cold,
The air is pale like a ghost
The streets cry of dust
Green grasses change to rust,
The leaves wither and drop
The wind grips and wrinkles the skin
And the lips shiver and break
The windows all sealed,
Under these winds we shall still hold fort
Till the clouds are lifted off again. … More The clouds come down