Confusion
~Confusion~
The sun kisses my fresh washed cheeks
It’s warming on my face
The breeze rustles my just brushed hair
The mist disappears, its fingers leaving a wet trace.
The birds start to sing
They are late it’s already past dawn
The insects start to buzz
On this fresh brand new morn…
We are happy to awake
A new day to explore
New challenges we take
As we exit through our door.
A chance to do good or bad
The choice is up to you
To be happy or be sad
Or spread a smile or too.
The pink fingers of cloud in the east
Mean red sky in the morning
Will the old saying come true?
Is this a shepherds warning?
As the sun set in the west
Only sunset just last night
The red sky was at its best
That should mean shepherds delight…
Is it shepherds warning or is it shepherds delight?
Now I am so confused, is it morning still or night?
Is it going to be fine, or are storms on the way?
I wish the bloody shepherds would make their minds up today.
© ~GG~ 7/06/2012
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