Copyright © 2002 Benjamin A. Shelton
Sheets of gray and blue now fall,
Eaten by the rain.
Just turn away and lift your arms,
And cast aside your pain.
The green of trees and forest blooms,
Dance against the sky,
When winds pick up and dust the ground,
It’s time for us to fly.
The shades of yellows, blues, and reds,
Seem to ever-last;
Against the trees and shrubs so dense,
I’m taken to the past.
The sun cracked through the skies above,
Spilled upon the ground,
And brightened up this forest vast,
To peacefulness I’ve found.
So turn around and spread your wings,
Open up to flight,
Dance with the storm and restless skies,
Then vanish with the light.