Sunless South

May 29, 2011
Behind these walls, winds collide

Omniscient clouds paint the heavens with gray,

Dew glows on grass like jewels, and the breeze whistles outside,

The elder adjusts his hearing aid, trying to listen to what they say

Fierce, yet mesmerizing winds blow through,

Making the hands of trees shake in terror as they pound

Owls living in the trees ask, "Who is blowing? Who? Who?"

In frustration, squirrels hurl acorns to the ground

Along the neighborhood, dogs bark,

Causing cats to hiss and cry

The earth is waking, but the atmosphere is dark

Today, the sun is shielded by the jealous clouds of the sky

The folks living beneath yearn for sun

Because to southerners, with no sun, the day ain't no fun

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