They Say

They say, the earth and the sky never meet. But to me, it’s very discrete. When the gentle rain comes from heaven And the crystal pearls rolling down on the terrain, I can see the sky hugging the earth, They say, the earth and the sky never meet. But to me, it’s very discrete. When the fluffy clouds float down And pass over the mountain crown, I can see the sky tickling the earth. They say, the earth and the sky never meet. But to me, it’s very discrete. When the rumbling tornado spins And the column of air upsurges, I can see the earth patting the sky. They say, the earth and the sky never meet. But to me, it’s very discrete. When there are breezes and gales And the silver gleam of lightning flashes, I can see the sky kissing the earth. They say, the earth and the sky never meet. But to me, it’s very discrete. When I gaze from a river bank And at the horizon during the day- break, I can see the waters bathing the sky. Contest: Brian's Choice Q, any form, any theme Contest Judged on : 23/05/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand placed :Honorable Mention featured poem 31/05/2020