An overcast can become
A sight of despair.
A sadness that fills
Without a sense of care.
A mournful taste
Bitter as one's tears.
A wishful absence
As one leers.
Yet there are many
Who enjoys its' place.
The trickles of songs
That fall from grace.
The steady stream
That flows all day.
Feeding the ground
Keeping the heat at bay.
The harsh down pours
Can be annoyance to many.
But its' anger drives to keep
The lakes and rivers a plenty.
But in the colder seasons
The overcast brings another tale.
As the rain freezes
And becomes more frail.
The harsh white snow
Can be a nuisance indeed.
Yet the beauty it covers
Amongst the land and trees.
An overcast can become
Many tales throughout the days.
All you need to do is listen
To the songs it wants to play.
About the Creator
Mark Shaw
I began writing lyrics and stories back in high school. Even went as far as publishing a poem online and it being in a book. As with film a picture can say a thousand words and show emotion, but audio triggers that emotion.


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