The once happy cumulus, lay defeated
eclipsed by the brooding cloak of grey,
casting a pale ebony reflection
on the sedated waters.
The tone of the dusky sky
forebode whispers of despondency.
The distant peaks, stood a mute witness
watching in anguish, in sheer helplessness.
The winds of change blow across,
obligate the smoky clouds to shrivel,
unravel a sliver of dazzle hidden behind
smiling with colors of hope.