a scenic meadow of mother nature.
The blazing roses blossoming,
The sunny sunflowers shining.
A sea of sky rumbled,
"Leave my place!" he grumbled.
I lay on the velvety grass,
and ignored it as farce.
So the sky unabashedly pissed,
Pouring down his watery filth.
I caressed a waving daffodil,
Embraced his will and just stood still.
Next came snow, sky with his frost,
He unleased winter, his temper lost,
Covering the greens till there was naught but moss,
I calmly kissed it without a moment's pause.
"Outrageous!" he thundered, and summoned Storm,
He blew with all his strength and might,
But I took it as the norm,
Watching willows dancing in the moonlight.
Thus, sky had the last straw,
For in me he found no flaw,
And bellowed for wind, gale and hurricane,
Floods, twisters and disasters of every pain.
I shrugged it off, and dreamed of the nether,
As stones, snow, water covered me forever.
One day in the midst of flowers I lied,
And in that very same place I flied.
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