The Cleaning Lady In The Sky© Poem by Roann Mendriq

The cleaning lady in the sky,
is scrubbing Heaven's floor;
I watch her enviously and sigh,
from my skylit grilled window.

Cloudy cobwebs swept away,
in air spun puffs of gust;
She brightens every patch of grey,
with sprinklings of stardust.

She scrubs the sky to a brilliant shade,
An electric, vibrant blue,
A transluscent hue that cannot fade,
A deep, pure, true azure.

She dusts the burnished sunlight,
with a glistening radiant beam;
The glinting sky turns blue bright,
The skylight starts to gleam.

But then the thunder sounds its gong,
that brings the silver rain;
And as the hailstones sing their song,
She must start to scrub again.
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