“Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning”
Well it was not only red, but yellow and purple
I was not warned but looked at it kindly
I saw the colours and dreamt of delight
I sought for comfort and ignored the omen
The sky was right, it always is
It knew the week that laid ahead
It knew the trial I’d overcome
To have my boots nailed to the ground
The moment I see the sky as it appeared
The warning that it perceived.
Thank you for reading.
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