Mesmerized of skies above
I sat watching clouds passing by
How they form and fade away
If like us, they live and die
A living, breathing, thinking sky
Spirits aloft in the air
As old as the Earth
Origins of who knows where
Inspiring tranquil sunrises
Quiet breezes through the trees
Wispy clouds give way
To blue skies we see
The warmth of the Sun
Radiates through the atmosphere
Fuel for changing moods
And rain falls like tears
Thunderous voices
When storms roll in
Flashes of light
Angry thoughts within
Tornados and hurricanes
Temper tantrums of weather
‘Nor’easters and cyclones
Take shelter till it gets better
And as the storms pass
Skies slowly clear
Nature returns so peaceful
Birdsong you’ll hear
Subtle voices calling
Of receptive conscience within
Listen closely for
Whispers on the wind
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