Nature
The clouds are made of cotton.
They swirl in the sky.
The wind is blowing them fast.
Birds trail behind.
Soon they will be just a memory.
I lay in the grass watching it all play out.
Crickets are chirping.
They are as loud as the wind.
The sound of the wind drowns out all other noise.
Dogs walk past with their people.
The sun goes behind a cloud.
I put down the hand that was shielding my eyes.
The sun is so bright.
It's God's love shining through.
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