Dark Clouds - Poem by Donald Yates
Thunder rolls from hill to hill,
I set and think of you still.
I don't know why,
I always cry,
When clouds shut out the day.
Song birds find their nest and hide,
no longer on their wings they glide.
The chipmunks run,
from fading sun,
They always act that way.
There's days I've watched the clouds roll by,
twisting, turning in the sky.
Now I know,
I had to go,
Like clouds I'm free to roam.
The wind comes in before a storm,
in the sky the clouds take form.
Now I'm done
I've seen the sun,
I'm going to go back home.
At home I'll find the peace I've known,
no longer will I have to roam.
The sun will shine
all the time,
Dark clouds have gone to stay.
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