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Lori Triggs

(May 2 1967 / Middlesex General Hospital In New Brunswick)

Majestic Weather


Majestic Weather
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted July 28 2008

We live even love to worship the sun like god
The birds sing when the sun rises and the sun sets,
Without the sun it would be cold and darkness all the time.

We do not worship the clouds
When they can be white fluffs,
Or grey masses so called black clouds cause disaster or rain.

If it was not cloudy it would not cool the earth
It would not shower or showers to cause puddles,
Than after the shower or showers the sun comes out to be beautiful.
So while the sun shines a rainbow is over the horizon that is majestic colors.

Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

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