Spirit In The Skies Poem by Roann Mendriq

There lives a spirit in the skies
as fickle as a feather;
She chooses to shock & surprise,
as whimsy as the weather!

These days, her face is sullen grey,
a deep, despairing, dreary hue;
The hidden sun has turned away,
He shuns her sulky point of view.

All day she drifts from cloud to cloud,
her heart as heavy as a stone,
She wears a damp and dirty shroud,
She always is alone.

And when she gives in to her fears,
She burst into a storm of tears...