l saw the dark blue sky
wondering in bitter rage
At the dusk of the day
I, in awe-filled wonder, amidst the glimmering guise
it seems the rain holds back its heavy sigh
but to witness the rain, it stirs fresh grief
when the echoes of solemn thunder arrive.

lo, thy day is burdened by the weight of time
where dreams of life fade into shadows
I reflect on the past seasons of plenty
when we danced in its warmth
it seems the mellow years of...