Clouds

Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue; Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control; Crows, the crows flee men of straw, sleeves slapping at the wind; Grass, the grass defends with blades, impaling truant gusts; Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies; Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom; Woods, the woods assuage the angst of misty brooding trees; Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, dropping one by one; Fields, the fields imbibe a quaff to quench an arid thirst; Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores; Breeze, the breeze intones a tune, a mourning monody; Sands, the sands, in chaos, dance across the dappled dunes; Shades, the shades appear confused, alone in lurid haze; Mice, the mice discern the dawn, their beady eyes ablaze; Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue.