Clouds
The clouds that float across the sky..
Listen to all one has to say…
The story of love, achievement or dismay..
They move at a graceful pace…
Like a thick woollen blanket that fills up all the space…
Or an unmindful fawn, not in a hurry to win any race…
Above the mountains, trees and the lake…
Dancing in rows all grey, white and black..
A little one struggling to match the speed that it lacks…
As their bellies gets big and full..
Rain drops hit to break the lull…
The magical drops…follow the gravitational pull…
Rain oh Rain the giver of life…
The song of the clouds, a melodious lullaby…
paints the earth green ...
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