Blues and blacks
Covered with fragmented clouds
Lit up by the moon and trailing across,
As if trying to hide something

A battle is waging in the sky.
Silhouettes of trees stand to attention
As stars aim directly at the ground
Light floating both ways

The clouds pushed too and fro by the wind,
Bullied into submission
As they continue their passive journey

More beautiful than any man made object.
Wild, elegant and free.
Oh, if I could just stop and melt into the sky.
Troubles lost, thoughts gone.

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