Beauty of Gray
The sky grows angry as it covers with gray,
Seemingly unpleased with thoughts of yesterday.
Winds scream, clouds shift as they sway
Making promises to stay yet another day.
Bursting at the seams, it releases its rain,
Too much sorrow to attempt to contain.
Flowing from its center liquid lifetimes of pain
To carry such grief would be far off from sane.
With its own intent the sky sets itself right
Offering the horizon the warmth of its light.
Just as a star shines bright in the night
Graciously guiding ones pure of sight.
Some may say it’s darkest just before dawn
And even the dove will sing a sad song.
I’d like to think what they say is wrong,
Because the storm is as beautiful as it is long...
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