Chameleon

Sky, are you blue, is that true?
Depends, says my good old friend
If you are angry and I agree
I could be red with many dead
Don’t be so mad, making me sad
what happens next
I could be pink, in shame I sink
errors of judgement, I blush and blink
Violet the new colour, becomes this blue
Confused without clue
When you are not around
Nowhere to be found
Unable to hear your sound
I get grey, my clouds in tears
Sapiens destroy sister earth
Scared for her, million fears
I am white, the bright knight
cleaning smog, jealousy, spite
I am dark and black, come soon
Light me up, make me laugh
my funny cousin moon
When the king sun arrives
as court jester in space
I spray colours filling my face
to keep him amused, I hope he stays
That’s the story I could tell today
plenty more still, come another day

 

Let flowers have their day

summer long gone
evergreens all alone
fallen leaves, distraught trees
with season long memories
requested, pleaded,
guilty as charge,
let flowers have a day,
oh Lord incharge,
let leaves live nostalgia
removing ember traces
for a long moment or two
sunshine on their faces
grey goes green
branches fresh, lean
cold having a recess
colours spread in excess
blues, orange, strong hue
violet, pink, getting their due
sunflower open and fresh
weeds runaway in a dash
grass becoming bare feet plush
roses having a mighty crush
love and merriment in the air
depression crying it is not fair
it is supposed to be her season
rain, cold, illness many reasons
enough is enough, time to rescind
day has passed, deep chill in the wind