 Fog
Fog, oh fog when will you rise?
So I can see the beautiful sky.
Today while driving home from work
All I could see was dreary grey mirk!
What happened to my colors of yellow,
pink and gold?
The wonderous beauty for my eyes to behold.
I long for the sunset colored sky
To remind me that another day has gone by.
I thank the Lord for His wonderous handiwork,
And yes,
I EVEN THANKED HIM FOR THE MIRK!
Copyright ©2004 Arleen Williams
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