Her Spirit Awaits Rebirth

Boats sail on rivers, Ships sail on seas. But clouds sail across the sky, Are prettier far than these. Like creases of horizon, Pregnant, redolant geese. Pristine, they fly 'cross the sun, They shower when tickled by breeze. She blushes in all her pictures, Flamboyant, promising blues. Yet changes her poses and natures, To suit the lover she sues. She cures the wilt with love, Her bosom, elixir it flows. Viagra, she sprinkles above, Arousing the life to grow. Hardwork was the key, But she changed the locks. In hearts, we mould, you see, The keys to open her docks. Her dad, the weary sun, Sees her grow in girth. With time she melts to none, Her spirit awaits rebirth.....