On occasion my Muse gently encourages me to wax poetic. Sometimes I listen and obey. This is one of those times.
Wisps of clouds move across a bright blue sky
Harmonic trails in their wake
Sun rays and moon beams join the chorus
On their journey to earth's surface
I tune the reception of my heart to the frequency
Let the melodies engulf me, fill my soul
Where some see shapes in clouds, I hear only music
Sky Sounds reverberate, reach my longing ears
My spirit lifts to rest on those clouds and I listen
As Mother Earth sings a lullaby to her children.