The sun took down the grey cloaks from the sky.
Those clouds deprived us of her brilliant light
This light will please my spirit and my eye
The branches of the trees gleam from on high
And on the shrubs the leaves shine in my sight
The sun dismissed the grey cloaks of the sky.
Nature, though deceptive, cannot lie.
She ,like us, swings from the dark to bright
Her light has pleased my spirit and my eye.
An artist paints, her picture poetry.
Through her work, the hidden world delights
For sun dismissed the grey clouds from the sky.
A sculptor plays with marble till it cries
The truth we need to feel and then to write
Creation raises spirits and our eyes.
Yet even in the darkness,poets write
Maybe like the past, by candle light
The sun has dried the grey clouds in the sky.
New light caresses spirits prone to sigh.