~Moving Skies~

Light clouds

White clouds

Blue clouds

Black clouds.

They’re all moving

Sometimes fast like wind

Sometimes slow through trees

Sometimes hanging there in the sky.

Birds fly

In and out of cotton clouds

Planes pepper

Storms form.

Stretching and stretching

As far as can be seen

There’s no end to it

Never the same sky every morning.

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