Billows of rock
All cloudy and grey
A drab, dreary picture
On a cool autumn day
A blanketed sky
A storm drawing near
Gives a feeling of sadness
Draws one lonely tear
But a bright yellow sprig
Of some fragile sweet flower
Gives light and brings colour
To this cool autumn shower
And off in the distance
Behind the grey mounds
A green line of trees
Where life yet abounds
And my mind turns to you
To my mate, to my love
As I gaze at the greys
Both below and above
And my mind lingers still
On this very great truth
There always is hope
This day is my proof
Author notes
To set the scene a bit, I work in the scalehouse at a rock quarry; a couple of days ago I wrote this as a very dark storm was rolling through. It was quite a picturesqe moment.
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