The Dark Clouds
THE DARK CLOUDS
The dark clouds are forming,
The farmer is overjoyed,
He is busy sowing,
And will wait and enjoy.
The dark clouds are forming,
Little rose is happy,
To dance out in pouring,
Dancing is her hobby.
The dark clouds are forming,
The homeless are worried,
For the place of staying,
To avoid getting wet.
Oh!you earthly dark clouds,
You bring joy and sadness,
Though you are the same shroud,
We think of our needs.
Watisungla Ao
24 april 2013
Copyright © Watisungla Ao | Year Posted 2013
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