As The Clouds Pass By Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As the sun starts, it's daily rise to the sky,
At this moment no bright ray's,
Below the sun dark clouds, floating by,
Just a dull white ceiling, on this mid-May day.
The trees are covered with their new leaves,
The dominate color green, as I turn my head, to look around,
No people, or buildings, just nature, I can see,
There are a few dead trees, easy to spot, they are all brown.
As the clouds pass by,
The suns light and warmth, change our thoughts, about this day,
When clouds are dark, and the rain falls from up high, many complain,
Why, it's the attitude we carry, that leads to positive or negative ways.


The original: Tom Maxwell © 5/18/2023AD