The Signs

Dear people, 

Future, past, And present.

It is the time; for the mocking bird is singing. 

She’s reaching volumes untold, a high and low 

as it’s a tough a decision between a run or a show. 

It is the time; for the stream is darkening . 

It can kill with the just a whiff. Yet, what a choice for those 

who have houses that live in a flood.

 Dare you sniff? 

Its is the time passerby, for not only you but I am scared. 

She won’t last with this as it is . 

She won’t help if you continue to drive past. 

She sends the signs at every light that shines; however you continue 

To go without looking back.  

Then again, how can you see in a world you’ve created and destroyed.

It is the time; for the mockingbird has stopped . 

Sincerely, Johari Weaver