#WritcoPoemPrompt64

The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
never doubt it will be ah time like this
life lived in bliss marvelously wild in colors shapes and fashions
as the weather changes so does people
but the most beautiful things are not to be touched just like heaven which holds all sweet hearts