Sitting in the rain, I see the world pass by. I try to think sunny thoughts beneath a cloudy sky. I hear drops on the glass, watching the grass glisten. Nature’s calling from all around if to truly listen. ~ The birds are still singing high up in the tree. The fish, I’m sure, are splashing in the open sea. The bugs are always bugging, whatever it is they do. And pets forever snuggle, loving me and you. ~ It makes stop to ponder and reflect upon our race. As one of many humans I know I’d miss this place. Yet we try to sculpt our views in ways that we choose. The picture may be pretty but our nature we lose. ~ The sun will shine again and wash away this gray. And unless we’ve a catastrophe we’ll see another day. As is life, our time is short, as is every other breed. But the future of our world’s less dependent on their seed. ~ “We reap what we sow” is a phrase we should heed. Like a garden unattended will surely fill with weed. The food we grow will dwindle, eventually to cease. We’ll never feel rain again, but the earth will be at peace. ~ I know this sounds depressing but that’s not my goal. I’m truly optimistic but time does take its toll. Change is all around, like weather, not always fair. But like a rainy day, the droplets we all share.
Days are getting longer, patience growing thin. Optimism’s waning and confusion’s setting in. The world is topsy-turvy, at times looking gray. The blues are getting deeper, shaded every day. ~ A pandemic is upon us, direction is unsure. We sit on pins and needles bleeding for a cure. We’ve masks in the market, sanitizers in the car. Gas at least is cheap. But I’m afraid to go too far. ~ What will be the normal when odd times are behind? Will we be more friendly or simply more unkind? I’d like to be a rebel and make up my own laws. But we’re all in this together, routines now on pause. ~ With leadership sorely lacking and conspiracies on the news, our lives are changed forever regardless of our views. With distance we will live for the future that is seen. But tomorrows will arise closing gaps between. ~ We humans are survivors, our brains lead the way. But time will write our story and we’ve little say. With the pages that we’ve bound created from within. Our chapter, long or short, will tell us if we win.
Good morning sunshine wherever you are. The sky is gray and the spring is far. The winter blue’s now in sight, reminded daily by the length of night. ~ Soon will be snow, slush and rain, every chore’s a major pain. Walk’s now unpleasant in my little town. So we’ll bundle up and hunker down. ~ The calendar I’ll watch and mark each date, envious of those who hibernate. To sleep all winter sounds like fun, then awakened to a warming sun. ~ But I’m just a human, as are you. We endure the weather, it’s what we do. But for me the heat’s never too far. Good morning sunshine there you are.