Glistening through creaks in billowing fluff
getting warmer as the clouds float by
warm on the skin, a bless not a sin
scorching so high in the sky

Warm is the ground as the people walk on
traffic around – building works
the sun disappears getting away
it’s a secret where the warmth lurks

Rain starts to fall
then sleet and snow,
hear a bird call
looking far down below

The rain has stopped and here comes the wind
whistling and beckoning a storm
then an arch of colours when the sun creeps out
bringing the light and warm