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Adam Houston #01396637
11/2/2022

“Cloud”

A strong updraft and a little moisture,
I am born.
Young and full of vigor, I drift over a small, verdant valley.
The colors of the earth amaze me in a way that I know
I can never achieve,
Or even touch.
The lush green, yellow ochre and bluish grey of nature below me
Dazzle and mock my stark and uniform whites and
Greys.
Jealous, I float by in stunned amazement.

A small rise, a sudden drop, a hot blast of air,
And I am now floating above an arid plain.
It’s once green trees stand decimated and gnarled,
Turned brown from sand scouring winds and lack of nourishment.
I realize that I am able to help.
I absolutely long to be jealous of its beauty and life.

I begin to weep for its life lost,
And the ground drinks up my tears with thirsty
Vengeance.
Life begins to bloom as I pour out my heart,
No longer in sadness,
But in joy
Nearly spent in emotion, the bloom reaches a euphoric climax…

And then I am no more.

 

 

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