A poem on the majesty and ominous nature of clouds. |
A cherished awakening, Crystal blue skies and the shimmering sun Towering above the briskly cool, enchanted morning; A pleasant and glorious day beckons With its triumphant scenes and miraculous wonders. High in the heavens resides the scattered and billowy clouds Whose gratifying appearance can excite the fondest of imaginations; Uniquely puffy and well-formed shapes Moving lazily in some dream-like direction, Reminding us so of many fantastic creatures and things. Clouds can stretch across the endless horizon And break up the otherwise baby-blue perfection Of the most serene and awe-inspiring spectacle, A gorgeously clear and sunny day; And at times, they completely blanket us and threaten Their grim, but much needed storms On our potentially arid and drought-stricken regions. Once unencumbered and so listless, These portentous clouds can gather in massive amounts And wash away entire regions, Or pound higher elevations with intense snowfalls… So high above the earth – The jaw-dropping power And the vanquished, residual, and angelic fortitude Of these wispy, dream-like clouds… |