Miracle To Me
Wisp of a cloud
With several hues
Color the sky
With pink, green, and blue
Wisp of the color
So light to see
Small area above
So beautiful to me
Warm sunny night
With trees passing by
Not yet green
Like the wisp in the sky
Looking down
Just to look back up
The shape of that wisp
Would change just like luck.
The wisp became small
Just from moving on by
But the hue of its colors
Showed brilliant up high.
Slowly but surely the wisp disappeared
Finally gone the sky became clear.
When gone I just thought
How lovely to see
So many miracles
Like the wisp was to me.
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