The Singing Cloud
Fall is finally here
Yellow leaves are glowing everywhere
Big trees stand proudly in air
Sucking the energy far and near
and mingling with the crowd
I walked around the fire circle in a carefree motion
and gazed towards the heaven
for the truth that I have already known
I have heard it over and over again
But sometimes it is hard to comprehend
It is always the simple strings that tie big Kings
The trees are dancing in the clouds
And the whisperers are moving around
with a subtle grin on their faces
surveying the common places
The afternoon sun rests upon me
penetrating my body with fury
With dry hands and parched throat
I progressed hastily towards the shore in a speedboat
I closed my eyes and circle my head
and listened to the breeze whistling through the trees
Dry leaves litter the sides of the street
and the furious wind bellow upon the mountain
Fall is looming in the sun
I have waited for this moment to come
The birds are hanging out in the tree
playing with their friends and company
And naked trees are staring at you and me
Summer has come and gone
Winter is creeping upon the lawn
And blue clouds are singing in the sky.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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