Monarch of the skies

The deafening sound
broke the silence.

Something rolled down
and landed at my feet.

The piece was the work
of a very busy artist,
holding sway over
a pristine blue sky,
using  heat-tipped
arrows to etch
ridges and swirls
and singeing
rays to affix
shades of brown,

sending across a message,

look upwards...
I hold the upper hand.

The sun has its say.



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Water weeps...

Hear them calling!

Those few drops

Endless chatter

Your very own piece of the forest

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My office beckons

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Nature adds depth

Those terrible mornings!