This Life Is Not Easy Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Looking up past the trees,
Up at the sky,
Around the clouds, How far is high,
Then rain, begins to fall,
Like tear drops from our eyes.

The wind starts blowing,
Chasing those clouds away,
As the sun begins to shine,
To brighten up the day,
A rainbow appears, like magic,
Then begins to fade.

This life is not easy,
As home on the range,
Just like the weather,
We will always see change,
Often without notice,
Our surroundings, will rearrange.

Tom Maxwell copyright