BLUE SKIES
There are days when the sky is a mass of vivid blue,
The day when no white of grey clouds roll into view,
Everywhere is bright and the birds joyous song is heard
And the flowers and the crops growing is like a quiet word.
The trees branches reach higher trying to touch the blue sky,
And in appreciation they all seem to softly, sweetly sigh,
Swaying in unison to the glad songs of the breeze
From each great trunk a little more height they do squeeze.
Predadatory birds are seen so there is safety below
As small creatures need not fear or so timidly go,
They too can enjoy that glorious of a vivid blue sky
For there is no hiding place for their enemy up high.
Welcome to these days of vivid skies of sweetest blue
So that all the day long the sun comes shining through,
Happy days and healing days, days we all love so well,
But cloudy days are needed too as anyone can tell.
Rain to make the things grow, but after the rain
Let the skies be vivid blue time and time again
To give us warmth and strength to always carry on
And thank our loving God for the gift of a brilliant sun.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 April 2006