The Sun In The Gray Clouds Is Hidden

The sun in the gray clouds is hidden on this cool though pleasant March day And the silver bill magpie is piping his song to his identity a give away The swallows fly low o'er the parkland where they are flying insects abound It is said that in cool changeable weather their food source flies close to the ground For years i am one who has loved Nature though little of her ways i do know And the more i do learn about her my wonder of her only does grow The artists inspired by her beauty the writers laud her in story and song Like all of her other life forms i feel to her we do belong And whether we are buried entire or cremated when our last remains to ash does burn She is the one who does receive us to her bosom we do return A cool and cloudy day in early Autumn just a tad over eighteen degrees The weather though cool not unpleasant with only a very slight breeze The perfume of Nature so pleasant in the leaves of the peppercorn tree And the magpie lark in the park he is singing his familiar song of pee wee The sun in the gray clouds is hidden and though cool it is quite a nice day And i feel no cause for to grumble since life with me is quite okay.