At first glance the sky was clear,
now white cumulus clouds are here.
A soft wind blows that tickles the ear,
the sun is shining but shall reappear!
Summer fades and moves to the rear.
Falls trademarks have began to appear,
green gress surrenders slowly to brown,
butterflies so scarce at cold they frown.
The bright sunlight kiss my head.
Where A.M. and P.M. meet at noon,
silence grips and envelopes all,
until the sky roars and plays its tune.
Boom bang the thunder brings wonder,.
My heart captures this rapture in the sky,
holding on tight while it still steals away,
that beauty which encompasses all,
bringing earthly joy to a celestial ball.