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Fair weather friend.
Fair weather friend
Its raining again
that means running for you
come back when the sun shines
spelling out your name in its rays
beautiful skies of Blue.
But then the rain falls again
casting its shadow on your light
into hiding you go
never to be heard from again.
Until the warmth of the sun brings out your greatness
blossoming like spring flowers
showing your beauty to all around
then the clouds come again.
What happens the day the sun stops shining?
A friendship eclipsed by the rain of anothers cloud
goodbye my spring flower
goodbye Blue skies.
Say hello to the ground you spend your time in
enjoy being the thing walked upon
the lesser in the eyes of the trees towering above
once friends of the sweet flowers.
If only you could have been a blue jay
you would soar above it all
but alas, all you can be is a ray of light
forever shadowed by the eclipse.
