Swallows Grace the Morning Sky
Two swallows grace the morning sky
They flew with their stream-line high
Their tail feathers in a sleek m
Flitting their wings no wonder they are slim
Spotted cotton painted clouds
Colored in the pales charcoal gray
Revealed that there could be;
Some rain today
Sun is constantly bringing change
Casting its color onto clouds that
Could bring rain
Change happens suddenly
Just like in ours lives
Happenstance takes us by surprise
Good or bad can flip our world
Topsy-turvy giving it a whirl
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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