Oh Dreary Morning

Oh dreary morning

The overcast skies were streaked with grey,
As the trees danced all about –
Swaying to the rhythm of nature’s concert
Directed by the winds that surround.

Gingerly fidgeting yet remaining firm
Perched an assortment of green leaves,
Clinging to them, round water beads glistened
While showers of rain fell around.

Back and forth rocked the stout branches,
Interrupting birds as they snuggled—
They chirped cautiously with each strong breeze,
That threatened to knock them out of the trees.

Oh dreary morning, with a sun struck sky,
Who would want to venture without sunshine?
Childhood memories of splashing through deep puddles
Seem so distant from me this time.

Oh dreary morning, with bright orange petals
Opening up to lap the cool drink from the skies—
Though the rains reawaken nature’s vibrant colors,
I’ve decided today, to stay warm and dry inside.