Future Days
Striated whispy clouds greet the sun
Soak up the golden rays
The Doves coo their greeting coooo, coooo
Like two children at play
Thick fog coats the hollow and creek
Blankets the roosters' pens
Lively their song of mirth a sing-along
Coyotes in their dens
The golden sun gets brighter still
Begins to top dark trees
Alone the poetess pens the lines
The artist tells what she sees
All nature is a beauty now
This day will be lovely
What about future days 'pon earth
They'll be quite smelly
For bad things in nature will come
Trees will start to die 'til
All earth will be effected then
A Bible truth fulfilled
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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