Thundering Beauty

A seemingly endless void of a light, smooth blue
a reflection of the flowing waters below.
Every turning cloud seemingly new,
reminding me of hills of shining winter snow.

A home for creatures with the most majestic of wings,
being one with the never-ending sky.
The wind whistles and the thunder sings,
followed by bright rainbows sitting on the clouds in which they lie.

A beaming sun, affecting seemingly everything we do,
affecting the decision of “should I stay inside, or rather go in the pool?”
But the clouds have a large impact too,
turning from a bright glistening white into a dark block, visible to even a fool!

The sky as beautiful as the afterlife paradise,
yet some lack to understand.
Its what lies deep below the surface and what deceives a humans eyes,
that makes the earths floor such a extravagant land.