sky’s are blue,
sometime’s that is enuff.
but when thye skie’s are black,
our feeling’s become just that!.
and then a warm wind,may blow,
so gently,against our back.
then the chill move’s move’s in,
and hit’s you like a heart attack!!
the weather become’s the forecast,for our very life
if you cannot live with-in the change’s,
they may cut you badly,like a well edged knife~!.
so stay in the sunny day’s,
in the awesome,warm heat of the,loving sun’s ray’s,
oh so warm and loving against your skin,
as gentle and close as your,loving kin.
D. McKinnet 2015