Dew From Above
Billows of pillows of
clouds high up in the sky.
Stretching across the
massive paisley blue canvas.
Hovering above the ground
below all laden with dust.
All parched yearning
for moisture from above.
Tendril's of moist drops
suddenly descend below
upon the land washing,
the dust away leaving
the ground refreshed.
So is the land cared for,
another day by the
mighty hand of God.
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