Dramatic Clouds
Clear in the morning
Bright as the sunrise
Muddy as it goes down to sleep
Like she's never been awake
Except for tiny little sparkle
And when she is filled...
She pours out her hearts
With tears over flowing
Like a woman who lost her only child
One she loves dearly
Who else is filled with such drama
If not mother nature
Smiling brightly and crying the next
One drama giving birth to another
Beautiful in its entirety.
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