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Clouds Don't Just Sit In The Sky
Looking up, head raised, eyes wide in excitement at the wonder in the sky. Blue the sky in all its glory as the sun shone amidst the clouds, generating a lovely glow, that sat on the ground below. The clouds soft and white, as light as they could be, they sat in the sky as though painted on a canvas with hand and brush.
They sat above promising to never fade. Taking their place in the sky, sat as though royalty, they graced the sky like a diamond in a ring, sitting on their throne. Taking their place in the vastness that welcomed them, They sat peacefully, sailing along, across the sky and mountain tops, kissing their peaks as they passed, and the trees welcomed their gentle touch as they slowly moved on.
Those soft gentle clouds, hugged the oceans' spance, further than the eye could see, they walked along hand in hand, the clouds and ocean, the sea happy in the gathering, roared excitedly as the clouds gently greeted the seas and land.
Slowly, the shore became alive with the crashing waves of the joyous sea, greeting the land as though a meeting was overdue. Golden the sand, parched under the heat of a long dry summer, welcomed the visiting sea, as the clouds sat gently just above.
Adoring the sudden crashing of the sea, the land drank merrily it waves as its golden sands turned brown, no longer blown in the wind, sat static on the ground weighed down by the sea now satisfied it'd welcomed it home.
The clouds sailed over the sea slowly, as boisterous waves jumped to meet each one, crashing upwards towards the sky, touching the edges of the passing clouds, crescendo, then falling back down. This game between the seas and clouds continued hour upon hour, crashing waves were visitors with each one, as their sounds ricocheted through the sky, the breeze blew with splendour through the trees, hills and valleys down below, passing through the land, carrying the clouds as it moved along like a rollercoaster but slow, up on the mountains tops, down on the riverbed, in-between the trees and flowerbeds, clouds don't just sit in the sky, they drift towards all who'll welcome them, even to sit on dry land.
© PoetReBlossoms
They sat above promising to never fade. Taking their place in the sky, sat as though royalty, they graced the sky like a diamond in a ring, sitting on their throne. Taking their place in the vastness that welcomed them, They sat peacefully, sailing along, across the sky and mountain tops, kissing their peaks as they passed, and the trees welcomed their gentle touch as they slowly moved on.
Those soft gentle clouds, hugged the oceans' spance, further than the eye could see, they walked along hand in hand, the clouds and ocean, the sea happy in the gathering, roared excitedly as the clouds gently greeted the seas and land.
Slowly, the shore became alive with the crashing waves of the joyous sea, greeting the land as though a meeting was overdue. Golden the sand, parched under the heat of a long dry summer, welcomed the visiting sea, as the clouds sat gently just above.
Adoring the sudden crashing of the sea, the land drank merrily it waves as its golden sands turned brown, no longer blown in the wind, sat static on the ground weighed down by the sea now satisfied it'd welcomed it home.
The clouds sailed over the sea slowly, as boisterous waves jumped to meet each one, crashing upwards towards the sky, touching the edges of the passing clouds, crescendo, then falling back down. This game between the seas and clouds continued hour upon hour, crashing waves were visitors with each one, as their sounds ricocheted through the sky, the breeze blew with splendour through the trees, hills and valleys down below, passing through the land, carrying the clouds as it moved along like a rollercoaster but slow, up on the mountains tops, down on the riverbed, in-between the trees and flowerbeds, clouds don't just sit in the sky, they drift towards all who'll welcome them, even to sit on dry land.
© PoetReBlossoms
