Sky Line

The sky was full. It was an awesome sight Huge clouds gathered, hung in flight Their power and glory were stunning to see Colossal formations, gigantic to me The colours were bland, yet an elegant blue-grey and white The largest one, as deep as the night Hypnotically floating, it held me in awe Nature’s creation, laid out raw The weather was fine but had a promise in bloom As the sun tried in vain to disperse the gloom The master painter had mixed and crafted A sky brushed out and perfectly drafted