The air runs cold

Whispers to passing trees

So crisp,

I reach out to touch it

I breathe in to smell it

The sky painted over

Blue to gray

Full of Clouds


Stretching to kiss the ground

Instead burst with tears

Returning the liquids of Earth

, to their original state

The sky explodes with anger

Only to bellow out in pain

For now, sky and Earth are separate

And can only interact in such a way

When all is done, a ray of colors

Paint across the sky

Reminding us all

The bittersweet tale

Of ground and sky