There are vague paintings in the sky-canvas;
Rainbow specks and flecks are ruggedly mixed.
Chased by the moon, does the sun seem anxious?
Towards dubieties, are our minds fixed?
Ghosts of blossoms dance in tree silhouettes;
Lavas of gemstones flow with crystal streams.
Lakes cradle pale leaves within their wavelets;
Nocturnals move, as though for war, in teams.
The sky has put on celestial costumes;
Are Cherubim on an earthly venture?
Tombs resemble luxurious greenrooms;
Daughters of Dusk hover in dark grandeur.
Must gold and crimson fade to starlit gloom?
What velvet shade weaves nature's transient loom?
Dubieties engulf all around
As the brume in the dawn
Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud
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Songs soon sing from the sky
The common notes that play
When it’s about to drop wet
Upon human’s bower.
It’s wonted (by this time) to descry
Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.
In the mood of the inclement
It’s sparse to hear
Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound
Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.
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