Gray Is The New Blue Poem by Amélie Peace

Staring up, sadness begins to creep into my heart.
Storm clouds block out the Sun.
Bathing the world in a eerie gray.
Funny how weather can control your mood.
For the rain falls in waves,
drenching not only the scene but also my spirits.
Imprisoned in my home and restless,
nothing to do but dream of better days.
The park, the beach, anything?
Wait....think....why am I sulking?
Each day is important and special,
not to be wasted away.
With a grin slowly broadening across my face,
I get up and pull myself together.
Who is to say this is an ugly day?
Every day is beautiful, just like today.

I patter gleefully over to the phone to plan my radiant gray day!