As the butterflies fly,
I here the wind sing them by
As the creepy crawling creatures, crawl;
I see, them find partners on the walls
As the lizards, that have weathered;
The blizzard appear, they lie out in the sun that burns red
And as wasps hissed,
I felt the wind’s kiss;
She came and went silently,
As the sun roared proudly.
And as the clouds cry,
I wish not to pry;
Into nature’s indifferent ways.
What wars raged in the sky?
The fiery ball
Still illuminated all,
While the withering
Clouds lost there puff, in this windy-sunny-rainy weather.
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Very Nice Poem, with outstanding imagery! I hope you continue to write.10/10