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
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