Whirling Pleasure

Gazing upon the image of the earth from space,
I see a round mosaic sphere of an array of colors,
almost magical, so beautiful and alluring,
made up of  blue, white, green, and earth tone hues.

While mortals stand upon the earth and look up at the sky.
Royal Blue Ocean, home of billions of creatures, 
mysteries it hides in its depth.

Golden skies for a moment,
before I know it, it’s raining.

Since pink rain lilies burst into bloom after it rains,
a bouquet for my room I can pick
from a garden of blossoms of many colors.

Crystalline flakes falling across the darkened sky,
laying a white blanket across the land.
Comfort around a blazing fire in the hearth,
a cup of hot chocolate to warm the cold limbs.


8/26/2017

earthnatureoceanstormweatherfree verse

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