The sky with a scoreful face visioned at me with her amatory vision.
The clouds with tick and beautiful body, duty bound to her supervision,
Trailing me from whence I go and whence I come.
The breeze with her sweet lips hugs and kisses me as her chum.
The fresh air gayly jumps to and fro my nosetry's highway
Like the hummingbird, playing the life saving flute to my heart.
Then, like a laureate, the cameras by the sides lost in wonderment,
Asking and answering and not asking and not answering the cause.
I gazed and grinned, dishing out lucid hopes from the all loving Maker, and said;
Your sky frowned at you and your clouds peppers her pains on you.
Your breeze slaps at you and your air covid you to death.
They will last no longer their hold on you
And He will heal His handmade again.
I told the cameras.
STAY SAFE. STAY STRONG.
©sirthom
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