Falling Tears Won't Cry Poem by Peter Lee

They spun around chagrined,
Wailed through windows blue,
Those that swung with wind.

"Wish, " they stared inside, grinned,
"Where we should have grew, "
They spun around chagrined.

The rains, scaring, ginned,
Wept their journey through,
Those that swung with wind.

Smiling, their colors did sink,
Where lights out, rains flew,
They spun around chagrined.

And time out, on land, clinked
Their breaths, down they drew
Those that swung with wind.

They studied the pattern inked,
By the remaining on sky brew:
They spun around chagrined,
Those that swung with wind.