Water falling from the golden honey celestial sphere
not gray, not silver and not clear like pewter.
The clouds not foggy and fluffy like newborn snowflakes
from blue to yellow, yellow to red, red to orange.
As the empyrean changes like a multicolored world
the mineral drops are yellow, red and orange like flaming fire.
No paint required, no canvas needed
only nature's palette of oil pastels to decorate the land.
Tumbling like blocks of a tower
to destroy the earth with summer shades.
Now the grass is dandelion yellow
the sky is orange like tangerines
and the clouds are hot crimson red.
About the Creator
Talia Devora
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
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Comments (6)
Gosh this was so beautiful and colourful! You did a wonderful job here!
Beautiful poem. Well done.
Wonderfully put together, a rainbow in rhyme
Beautiful, colorful poem!
I can see that! Nice!
Beautiful!!!๐๐