Flood
A fluffy smoke- whiter than an eye-
drifts solemnly across the sky,
like a boat rocking on waves of seas,
like leaves floating through breeze,
With the birds cutting through that cloud
gathered in a giant V or crowd.
The sunlight shines boldly on the sand
and clouds start to fall in drops on the land
and dirt becomes no longer dirt but mire!
The ground and clouds, to who've I've admire,
tramples together to mate and birth their mud
unfortunately, the force grew strongly from moist to flood.
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