Stormy Morning

The Stormy Morning


It’s morning time this is true
But I know something is wrong
A calm day with grass coated in dew
Yet the birds won’t sing their song

I look up in the sky
The clouds are gray and dark
The wind let out a dreadful sigh
Not a good day to play in the park

The trees make a unanimous moan
Lighting strikes somewhere in the west
The house’s roof gave a terrible groan
I hope all those birds have warm dry nests.