A free verse poem about aerial water vapors. |
Aerial water vapor is the paint Mother Nature uses to enliven the sky’s cerulean canvas. Sky-borne moisture condenses to form water droplets or ice crystals that aggregate, sometimes into a wispy stream that flows rapidly across the tall, blue background, metamorphing as it goes, shining white from the sun’s rays. Larger formations decorate to perfection the azure backdrop as puffy cotton balls, gently floating along on a fine summer’s day. Lying in the grass, watching these aerial displays, comforts Man’s soul and frees his mind from everyday worries that cloud his mind. Water droplet assemblies add glory to sunrises and sunsets by broadcasting spectacular red, orange, purple, and peachy hues, filling onlookers with awe at these fiery, but brief, aerial masterpieces. Denser, dark and gloomy, gray sheets of water droplets block out the sun on occasion. When the droplets reach suitable size, they fall to earth, returning the water to whence it came. Simple water vapors serve to create amazing aerial art each earthy day. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |