Souring over the glorious heavens without any fears,
Clouds forming beneath my two long feet to start
A wondrous climatic ritual rebelling against the smog.
Voices of wisdom ascend rapidly that my soul hears,
Purified Earth Whisperers pray for rain and take part
In the yearned ceremony that shadows start to cog.
The inevitable action of a reaction of their peers
Would remove the shadows’ dark flag and depart
Back to where they belong lifting the obscure fog.
An epic battle of the eyes to hold onto drops of tears,
Since loyalty was questioned by a burning heart,
And answered by a saddened innocent lonely dog.
Saturday, 16th of May 2015