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Cotton balls

 Cotton balls 
 
Are they icebergs that float in the sky-
Those looming shapes in glorious white,
Sometimes darkening as they sail by,
Dyeing the sun to make of day, night?

Or smoke puffs that barely lose shape
Drifting by without an upward swirl,
Continuously traversing the skyscape,
Driven by the Earth's unending whirl?

Like giant cotton-ball-wrapped skis,
They glide through the sky’s sea of air,
Stretching out as far as the eye sees,
Shimmering in the midday sun’s glare.
 
The heralds of the god of showers,
Both blessing and cursing the earth,
By providing ale for all blooming flowers,
Or flooding our cities in undiluted mirth.
 
But such great feats, who can perform-
Across the sky, fly water like a kite,
Invisible air, give puffy visible form?
A great spectacle, for my daily delight!

May 28, 2017    

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Date: 9/12/2019 3:31:00 PM
Beautiful picturesque scenery you have painted here with your words....And your last stanza summarizes it all...We see God's Divine Technology and Art set before us every day....live and in action....Beautiful birds...flowers...butterflies...etc ....endless list...Thanks so much for writing and sharing this piece...Be Blessed
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