Changing Skies
I like to look up and stare at the sky.
How nice it would be to be able to fly.
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so fluffy.
As soft as the fur on a new born puppy.
The blue of the sky is as blue as the ocean.
Watching the clouds you can see them in motion.
The clouds look just like their glidding along.
When all of a sudden that blue sky is gone
A terrible storm just could be a brewing.
Keep watching the clouds to see what their doing.
There really could be some things blowing about.
Just keep your head use the plan you worked out.
It can happen real fast as the sky opens up.
The rains pouring down as the heavens errupt.
As fast as it comes is as fast as it goes.
When you talk of the sky one just never knows.
Copyright © Debra Eckstein | Year Posted 2010
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