Beneath the Clouds
Scattered whispers echoes the colorless air
grounds scripted with life born there
water runneth through it's streams
the soil harvesting the fruit from it seeds
beneath boundaries of blue shades
hues shift to a darkened gray
light glows, then fades away
deep seas magnifies a gentle breeze
swift the sun days
drifting off in deep dreams
A white light glows the night
spiraling a myth
winter spring then summer fall
I see sunny days, I hear rain calls
taps on panes, windy chimes
beautiful snow flakes covering the sky
silhouettes upon the mountain's wall
a dark sky glistens
the most beautiful bright stars
leaves fallen from the trees
rainbows of colors
adorn the earth from which they feed
the sky forever changes
Ice sickles fall, canyons erupt
strong winds, massive floods
mother's nature
designed by God
a magic kingdom
beneath the clouds
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2016
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