Sitting on my roof, the day waves goodbye
Darkness comes in, and covers the blue sky
The wind against my back turns cold
And then I know this day's grew old
I watched the journey, like Spring to Fall
Even the colour variations, I remember it all
The clouds are now dark, as it's time to conclude
And to the sun; how could you leave the sky nude?
I must now say goodbye to my dear friends
Soon return, now, gone again.
Copyright © Shafika Burke | Year Posted 2012