Grey dominates any thought of blue skies The sun can’t burn clouds though it tries Winter sets itself down on all that moves The result of loneliness, that’s what that proves Summer and spring used to be a friend Its laugher would heal, and enemy’s upend Night and day reason as why they work well Something so common, speaking they tell Chattering sounds as night makes her appearance She doesn’t dwell in the day, causing interference Yet the darkness makes us wonder “why me?” The night of changes, the falling of a tree An orange glow, as the sun starts slowly sinking With regret I look, my thoughts so intriguing Dusk stays only for a moment, yet it’s always there To a mind that’s lost, you’re probably not aware Water comes in many forms, and in many ways Snow, rain, dew, hail, mist, humbling displays We only understand once the ending approaches How the wetness invades, distant thought encroaches The elements change so often, unbeknownst, quickly Some things won’t change, my despair brought on strictly By a day that never ended, not what I wanted Those elements gathered, for me they hunted