Should I write

Once I saw the clouds, standing over a cliff

beautous birds crushing the sky in a biff

Once I was in a garden so green and fine

only one rose, yet supplanting it with divine

Oh yet another while, I was full of guile

cleansed by a touch to my soul on an isle

and some other time, with my love for the rain

i sat under a shadow, waiting in vain

now when I stare the sky remained blue,

empty, touched by the kiss of melancholy flue

then i went to the rose, picked to savour it’s beauty close

as I did, the garden wasn’t green no more, only morose

i hoped at the deific touch for salvation

oh a touch I felt, crushing me to damnation

and I waited, so I waited for the rain

with my feet on the ground and eyes to sky, still in vain

then I got up and walked away as grief made its strike

never realizing that I sat in the shadow and not in the light