The Cloud

Wed, 03/06/2013 - 19:26 -- guyasdf

Location

91763
United States
34° 4' 28.4664" N, 117° 41' 46.6152" W

The Wind rampages across the fading sky
Terrorizing the denizens of the night
They wait only to die
While they give hope to the chained rustic children of Earth

Who are these ancient inspirations, whom are derived from the blue,
Appearing gentle and soft, yet can they be felt?
They are a pack of wolves, when they appear in numbers
While they howl and roar after spitting fire.

These young pups appear and salvage what they destroyed
Sprinkling life at our feet, healing and soothing
They bleed for us to live, but at this rate, they may fade
While we continue to hurt them with our fast paced lives.

These poor denizens of the sky are no more
Becoming one with the blue, moving on, something only they may do
We must become what we endangered
Mimic them! And be the muse for a denizen to be.

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