The sun is peeking out, then it hides it's
face. Almost like it's playing tag. Will it rain
or will it shine, will it find this heart of mine.
Will the birdies sing, cheerful thoughts of
spring, or will they hide their heads, under
wings, ducking from the day's chilly winds.
Will the rivers rage and roar, or gently sparkle
and kiss the shores. Will the willows bend and
weep, or of awe and beauty speak. Will the
moon feel distant and far, or will it smile bright
and dance amongst the stars.
We all now seem to wonder what the weather will do as climate change begins to take a grip. Excellent poem.
Yes, of course! The heart will smile with a sparkle and will dance with joy. Marvellous Poem Rebecca.....10 + To my favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly worded x Thanks for sharing x