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

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