The Clouds
Some clouds were in black,
some , in silvery white,
some close to mountains,
some sailed over heads right,
some traveled and wandered slowly,
some twisted fast with their might
The white egrets flew
close to the sea.
And, the eastern winds cooled
the leafy green tree.
The dancing peacocks spread their wings
while the swallows flew across.
And, the butterflies flew,
flower to flower, for nectar drops.
On my roof, I saw
the rays of falling rain.
And, heard the music of the month
that girls sang from their inner vein,
those glossy clouds,
shed their drops, counting billionth
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
