Have you ever noticed how a bad mood is like a threatening, moody sky
That wakes up on the wrong side of the clouds
And drapes itself with frowns
Only to see things from a new angle
To find the light in the clouds
And transform itself into a beautiful blue butterfly
Of sun and puffy clouds –
Under which the vibrant girl in the pink jacket
And her dog
Can dance and twirl in joy?
Moods can lift almost as quickly as the changing sky.