Pressure
Pressure all around us governing nature
low means a good chance of violent storms.
Gales blowing the waves into enormous crests
that rush smashing at cliff and the beach.
High signifies good weather and sunshine
that warms our heart cockles with smiles.
Bringing life to our lovely landscape
coating all in a rainbow of gorgeous colour.
In between all can be calm, but take your brolly
least you get drenched in a sudden down pour.
One minute sweating pulling off layers of clothing
the next you are shivering and reaching for a sweater.
Yet it is this very pressure that makes our world
the most beautiful one known in our universe.
From space we show up as a blue world of water
if in a plane mainly a green place with patches.
Vibrant bands of yellow, reds, purples and violets
fill in the patchwork quilts. If we ever lost pressure
our world would completely change maybe even becoming
barren. So I say long, long live pressure even when low.
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