Poem, I guess

No feeling like blue,
I look at the Earth,
and find that she's blue, too.

Am I the one,
who brought you pain,
who ruined all of your summer fun?

Trees are falling,
you're fretting over it all,
and mother's calling,

for you to listen,
to stop and see,
just how the fruits of your labor glisten.

Was I here all along?
were you my sister once?
I thought I was right, but, oh, I was wrong.

No thoughts are as cloudy,
as the cumulonimbus of my mind,
full of bees, of noise, of the rowdy.

Snap, snap.
J. Sutton