Firewood

Discolouration of the sky
The breeze brought by the second day of spring
Change on the horizon oh my...
What do the clouds hold on this lie?
Yet still the birds do sing

Rule with a flourish to a crowd of mine
What will you do when you become king?
A suit of armour and a chance to sign
One more drink and I'll be fine
To think of the future and what it will bring

Telecast your view to rapturous lines
Your hopes and dreams on which to cling
Maybe I'll commence on time
And feel the love which exceeds mine
And then burn it all for kindling

poetry