The mood switches from sunny smiles to brooding anger
And Sky begins to grumble its discontent.
The purples, pinks, yellows, bright greens and whites of spring have appeared,
To compete with Sky’s spectacular cerulean blue
Which through the winter has been alone in bringing a canopy of colour to lift dreary spirits.
It’s the same every year, roars Sky, hurling its scorn upon the earth.
Swirling winds and swollen raindrops are sent to mete out
Punishment on the trees which try to usurp Sky’s dominance over all it surveys
And early blossoms are dashed from the offending branches.
Yet its dark ferocity only makes the light more intense
And the trees glow in a display of defiance.
But they are no match for Sky, who, after the crashing storm, smiles once again
In triumph, its mastery over nature’s earth bound miracles reaffirmed.