Until then

The sky was clear
White clouds floating
like flocks of wool
To keep her warm
Amidst those chills
A calm cool breeze
was rushing to meet
her dear companion
May be she knew that
the clock was ticking
The sky grew dark
and all the sweetness
was lost in a trice
A gentle shower of happiness
was felt on her pale face
The eye of heaven did grace
And the drops were shining
Like a fresh piece of diamond
Pretty sky wore it’s most
Vibrant outfit for the
evening, and she was smiling
Her cheerfulness radiated
in each ray, inducing Life