Missing Numbers

I am counting down the days when the clouds will break away and the troposphere in the sky will peel away the substance from the earth and the stratosphere in the atmosphere will cool down the temperature in the air. And the wind will take its ambition to the moon and blow towards the East and the corroded air will cease. The wind is blowing in the north and something magnificent is about to start, some new comers are in the town they are going up north to settle down before their weary body grows old. . They have boxes and pans with them and ropes to tie down the lion in the den and they have all the resources that they need for a year and they have nothing to fear. Up north is very cold but their spirit is very bold and when the cold sinks into their skins they all gather around the piano and start to sing. Elevate yourself on top of the stone and examine the air pressure coming out of the sea, it carries the weight of a thousand soul whose bodies were left to rot on th ocean floor. Divers could not find them and explorers could not rescue them, their spirits are buried in the sea and each time a seagull crawls upon the shore, it is one of those lost soul at sea come to pay tribute to the world; their home is at sea. Just look around and tell me what you see, the clouds are coming after thee, the rain is pelting in the west and the birds are traveling south west the airline are flying at a high altitude and the eagle is racing towards that sun. Look at the latent heat up there and the thermal radiation over there. The gas layers of the troposphere are expanding and the dense cloud are moving on. Just take a look at the puzzle once more before you walk through the door, try to fit the missing pieces when you find them raise your hands towards the heavens and say , ”we have found the missing ones.”