Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

It is but one cloud

It is but one cloud
With its grey and cold shroud
That blocks the warmth and light
From the sun shining bright.

It is but one cloud
That has the sun bowed
And puts up unrelenting fight
With all its might

For sun is strong without a doubt
But so is this one cloud
Which braves the scorching heat
Still nurtures life upbeat

Then at last, a silver line
And there it is ... in full splendor and shine
Resplendent, aglow and warm,
Fresh after enduring a storm.
The sun ruling the sky
Shining bright and high

From and for eons
This struggle goes on and on

Poem inspired by a photo challenge prompt Sun ... for photographs please visit here.

2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.