It is the grey that makes us depressed
a lack of color, sun not alive yet to burn it off,
causing us to be put on hold, neither here nor there.
But there is also a grey deeper down,
that creeps into our soul, taking no prisoners
so we need to pull it out with a hook
using maybe a flower, a hug, or a smile of love.
The grey will always be defeated, the sun is there
and getting stronger, all the time.
Don’t hold back the sun,
let the grey turn to blue.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”