THE FINAL BELL

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Walk to the end.

A long walk alone.

Clouds hang low.

Quiet reigns supreme.

Darkness abounds.

One foot in front of the other.

Moving closer to the end.

Does heaven wait for me?

I close my eyes in acceptance.

Fate has rung her final bell.

THE PERFECT MELODY

THE PERFECT MELODY The air is heavy. Clouds roll in. The sky grows dark. You hear the first drops. The water pounds on the roof. A staccato melody of its own. Pound, pound, pound. Tap, tap, tap. Rain washes our streets. Clears our minds. A new day...

 

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.

 

 

NATURE HAS SPOKEN

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Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

The sky turns black in fear.

Our town is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

THE DEAD GAME

WHITE COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY

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From inside my dark room,

I watch the clouds drift by.

Puffy, white cotton balls

dotting the blue sky.

Dare I leave my safe haven

and venture outside?

I’ll wait until tomorrow

as they float on by.

 

SUNSHINE FOR ME

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A dark and gloomy day.

I’m tempted to say, “Hey,

I’m here on vacation, you see,

I only want sunshine for me.”

 

The clouds are moving past.

They’re moving kind of fast.

Maybe the sun has listened to me.

A great day it will finally be.

FLYING HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.