Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Storm

The air runs cold
Whispers to passing trees

So crisp,
I reach out to touch it
I breathe in to smell it

The sky painted over
Blue to gray
Full of Clouds

Clouds,
Stretching to kiss the ground
Instead burst with tears
Returning the liquids of Earth
, to their original state

The sky explodes with anger
Only to bellow out in pain
For now, sky and Earth are separate
And can only interact in such a way

When all is done, a ray of colors
Paint across the sky
Reminding us all
The bittersweet tale

Of ground and sky

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