The heavy clouds of rain covered the sky <br />Like a carpet awaiting a feast <br />Each moment that ticked away <br />Uncovered a new line of darkness <br />For fear could not deny its presence <br />When the clouds swallowed it joyfully <br /> <br />The squirls of birds were the sounds of its innocent cry <br />Last night, I told it good night <br />But alas, Good morning would never come <br />While the clouds fled away <br />I knew it was gone forever and hopefully we’ll meet <br />By his throne of righteousness <br />There I shall say good morning <br />For good night will never come again.<br /><br />Brian Bwesigye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-night-good-morning/
