The Emotion
The clouds are an emotion I cannot explain.
Some are happy and some are hiding their pain.
Some are naturally dark. Some shine with the sun.
Whoever drew these clouds into reality...
looked like they through in a little fun.
They wanted the wind to blow gently,
with a hint of peace and glory.
They painted in the small birds,
with a stance that has no worry.
They sing happily until the daylight disappears.
Listen to their song,
its the prettiest thing you could hear.
Just like the emotion,
some sing with joy, and others cry through rain.
The emotion draws pictures,
to see what kind of imagination you contain.
As the airplanes slash through them,
with a mixture of vengeance and rage,
Forgiving, clouds return, forever,never to leave, never to age.
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