Bubbling above or roaming blue skies cool white, heavy to light gray, fire light above, soft pastels threading early morning lighting the way, clouds are my life.
Wake early morning clouds dissolve with light of day creeping ever higher, laughing like young children scampering around, as if to say 'we will be back a little later'.
Did mention we would bounce back, never dawdle a light breeze has them scurry back overhead once again.
So now said the clouds we closing the blue taking the sky from the sun that ate through, this time we come over in numbers.
Times held in firm grip of pillars high, brooding over the next move up and over, or through the valley, behaviour can go either way, swinging mood of wind flow.
Heavily impregnated ready to drop it's load..., or is this a simple warning?
Fiery burning emotions, delightful passionate dance, reminding the sun this is not his to enjoy alone!
One Little Cloud
Poet: Annette Wynne
One little cloud is out to-day,
One little cloud, and a whole big sky for play -
What a big place for a little one,
Shine out, you big round sun,
Shine out and frighten the little lone cloud, I pray,
The sun shone out and the cloud ran away!
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Thought for Today: "A good leader was once a follower. - African proverb
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