Sky Cries
The sky cries gentle drops of rain
That form spattering patterns upon the ground
Rivulets of water running here and there
Freely flowing to who knows where
A solitary bird up in a tree
Sings songs of gratitude to the sky
Mother Earth in all her glory
Receives these blessings to continue her story
© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #6 31.8.16
If you like this poem please feel free to share, as it may just be what someone needs to brighten their day.
If you feel so inclined to leave a comment or feedback, know this I will be extremely grateful, and look forward to connecting with you, thank you.
