An Appreciation of CloudsFeb 28, 2008 - 07:14 AM PST The clouds, they pass, infinitesimally slow, gliding across the azure sky, changing, morphing, ever moving starting as one, and becoming many, flossy whiteness, gentle grayness, a mass of downy white, amassing in the distance, joining once again a veritable force; enough to dim the sun, alter the warmth once present it's gift to us, a gentle rain, or a torrential deluge chaotic as always and powerful from down here, however; an unseemingly gentle ball of cotton a woolen tuft, certainly not a force of reckoning always looking, down upon us, passing over many times without it's wrathful measures how unappreciated they truly are once again, semblance of what was has vanished a new sky remains, ever-present, ever watchful ever unappreciated |
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Title: An Appreciation of Clouds
Added: 02-28-2008
Channel: Writing
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