Bread and Butter

Black clouds grow ominously in the distance The sun dances on the happy blue sky with smiles Rain drowns plants that have fallen in disfavor Colors of flowers are kissed by angels on the wing Monsters devour them in evening with black teeth Children sing. Farmers plant vegetation, are at one with nature Clouds still gather at the fringes sinister and mean Friendly birds build spring like nests to comfort eggs Old age is no place to be when cold sets in to blind The sun can only burn so much so brightly Enough though to see that bread still needs buttering