The sky displayed its bluest blue.
Dreamy clouds attuned to the clue;
Schemed for inclusion too.
So they assumed a wide, white smile;
Enabling snowflakes to cascade while,
Amazed people stared at the sky.
Questioned each other:
Asking "Why snow in July?"
Mister Sun with a jealous reason,
Objected to Winter invading his season;
Pushing through cloudland his red, hot ray,
Dried the moisture without delay.
Refreshed trees, stood straight and tall;
Sheltered birds shrieked their call.
Butterflies were on the wing!
Damp bees asleep, too drowsy to sting.
A flock of wet sparrows poised to sing.
Dripping houses shining;
A golden glitter.
No graffiti, no soil, no litter.
Luscious gardens, a pure delight
Not one snail to spoil this sight;
Couldn't spot a worm nibbling leaves,
Gone were other garden thieves.
Lush fruits and vegetables require care
To keep them healthy, breathing air;
Street trash a problem past!
Perfection realized by all at least.
The devil driving through this section
Noticed its beauty and peace, his reaction;