Eighty five
Today is a blue day,
Full of sorrow.
The sun rises behind clouds,
Praying for tomorrow.
Today is a red day,
Full of fire.
The winds blow past,
Pushing ashes from the pyre.
Today is a white day,
Relaxed and caring.
The clouds roll away,
Needing no love sharing.
Today is a green day,
Full of surprises.
What will come of them,
No one surmises.
Today is a black day,
Full of tears and pain.
Come tomorrow,
There will be soft rain.
Today is a blue day,
Full of sorrow.
The sun rises behind clouds,
Praying for tomorrow.