Gathering clouds darken the sky,
As the rain pours down with a sigh.
Lightning flashes through the sky
With thunder rumbling in reply.
Rain drops like waterfalls from the sky,
And the ground drinks it up, thirsty and dry.
The wind tears across the sky,
Causing loose leaves to float, drift and fly.
Soon we see again blue sky,
With sun piercing through with a sigh.
Behold the beauty of nature in the sky,
Where dreams float and drift and fly.
Another guardian angel joins the sky above;
Another guardian angel to watch over us with love.
Unexpected, yet expected, it was her time,
and to truly do her justice, there is no rhyme.
Memories are all that now remain,
They are the remedy for this kind of pain.
The thought of the loss hovers in the air,
As if it isn’t really there;
It hasn’t yet sunk in,
That this was one we couldn’t win.
She’s gone to a better place, they say,
But that does little to make the ache go away.
How bittersweet a thought to know
That for her to be at peace, means we must miss her so.
Another guardian angel joins the sky above;
Another guardian angel to watch over us with love.
In loving memory of my grandmother; she will be greatly missed.
Our living room is my favorite room. Our soft and comfortable couch sits beside a huge window. A view to the breathtaking art show of nature. I could sit here for hours, just looking outside, admiring the ever changing beauty of the sky, the clouds, the colors – it is a show like no other. Let me try to depict the wondrous scene I had the joy of seeing one fine evening…
The sunlight streams through the clouds in glowing golden rays. The camera would not capture the beauty; it would be unable to do it justice. The clouds are in varying tones of light gray and white, with holes of blue pecking through. Some of them glow with a golden hue, where the last evening rays pierce through or simply glow behind the clouds. It is like a moving painting. The clouds slowly, but surely drift, change shape, the sun continues to descend. The bare trees are outlined perfectly against the clouds. Nature certainly knows how to paint a pretty picture. I am thrilled to be lucky enough to see it and admire it. It is such a fleeting moment. But I have captured it. Not with my camera, perhaps not even with my words…I saw it; that was enough.
Moments later the sky has begun to clear. There is more blue and although the sun seems to have set, the cotton candy clouds glow with a pinkish, golden color. A group of ducks flies past, in perfect V formation. It is as if nature plans it all, with impeccable timing.
The sky is even clearer now and most of the clouds have lost their golden glow. Another fleeting moment gone by. I can’t wait for the next one…
I have it within minutes of writing that last line. I thought nature had finished giving me a spectacle for today, but how can something eternal ever finish? Moments after the clouds seemed to lose their final golden hue, they suddenly came alive with a fiery pink glow. The camera most definitely did not capture the richness of the color or the breathtaking beauty of the sky.
The sun has fully set now and the sky seems mostly clear. Still some clouds drift across the blue expanse and the branches dance against the darkening sky.
The moving painting continues. Forever changing, forever beautiful.
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