Earth and Sky Take Notice

Bright red clouds in their pastel pastures Sky so vividly aligned along the shadow blue Solid ghosts against the heavens Stretch on the light of morning dawn Through that which seems like ocean swells Waves cry but never loudly on the roll It is too cold for thunder by horizons birth Called day by any other name predicted Weather holds but quickly evaporates The thick division rest on silent stones On boundaries of Earth and sky less motivated Sailors look up while buttoned down hatches close A storm is coming according to their sources Clouds never lie for long Never hidden under such conditions But dance a waltz as rain pours out its soul Seals their fate unabated Day breaks that way some times