Gentle As A Lamb The Entire World Airbrushed Poem by Mark Heathcote

The setting sun was a turquoise blue
Before, roaring clouds thundered through.
We played football, with a puffball fungus
When sapling trees shook with such, a ruckus.
We laughed aloud, at what was to follow
'Gulping in dust spores no time for sorrow'.
How the rains poured like exploding dahlias
Eyes filled like less than waterproof galoshes
Running like wild antelope, down a slope
The flowers underfoot downed periscope.
The wind rushed by, like a charging lion.
Its tail whipped the air like an enlightened
Well-informed ghost. Now suddenly hushed:
Gentle as a lamb the entire world airbrushed.
Smudged bedazzled us. Such is the kingly beauty
In the wild, wild woods, not yet knighted ignobly.