The sky o’erhead is overcast
It’s great expanse is far too vast
We’ve elements for any taste
And all that air a shame to waste
Compared to when we are aground
Where lush hills circle all around.
There is no sound so sweet to hear
As cheeky birdsong on the ear
I’d like to think that when they sing
The bells in heaven start to ring
The angels echo their reply
They light the stars in darkened sky !
Claire V. Bogdanos 