Walking on Clouds

 

The fog hangs heavy

The branches they drip

The sky is gray now

And Life's 'bout to slip

 

Overcast sunlight

And overcast mood

Droplets on grass blades

Good feelings subdued

 

Lift up your eyes now

And let the tears dry

Days don't last forever

This fog will roll by

 

Life is still waiting

For sorrow to heal

There's always something

To make laughter peal

 

When fog settles hard

And happiness shrouds

Think of it this way

You're walking on clouds

 

 

Yesterday was very foggy, and I got one of those odd little thoughts that me and my dad were driving the pickup through clouds. Then of course I got a fuzzy idea for a poem that should go with that somehow, but be more of a metaphor. And there was a picture in my head to go along with it. It was cheesy, and showed the girls face, and she was actually walking through puffy clouds, not shading, but I can't draw faces, or clouds, so I decided on this one instead. I drew the picture last night before heading up to bed, and still wasn't really sure on the poem to go with it, but I came up with it in bed just before the minion's turned the lights off, so I was happy. Hope you like it.