Free and flowing, floating,
At times, heavy with darkness.
And then flowing down,
Transforming their darkest times,
To benefit for the greatest good of all that lives,
Providing homes and life in the rivers, streams, oceans and ponds,
Rebirth in giving..
Giving … shade that can sheild, free beauty pure and white…
Giving…nourishment to the plants and animals, people and pets,
Transforming all life,
Love…
Free floating and giving until again filled with darkness,
Continuously giving…
Comfort in their wide open spaces.
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Annemarie (
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Comments1
Nicely said. Love clouds and the images they make as well as their coolness, rain, lightning and thunder. At sunset or sunrise their colors are majestic. A lovely write
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