Beauty

The sky may bellow and weep
Sending remorse across the bittersweet earth,
Whose soil is greatful
For the ale it recieves
And the wind.
As it whips in every direction
Carries the young of the flowers to a home
To safety
The blistering sun melts the clouds
Into a stream of snowy glory,
The birds sing their joyous songs
In a blossoming Dogwood branch
The rooster crows,
Calling the morning,
Demanding the sun to rise
To bring light
To the starless night





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