Posted: August 11, 2014 in NATURE


Ages have seen and cherised your existence.
Moving over the seven seas
Thine dwells deep within
You are the perfect seer
Predicting the sowers reign
Controlling the traders dynasty
You have been the Lord of all
By your arts, freedom befell Israelites.
So great is your world.

But I ask oh Clouds.
Whence will thou stay?
Ye are an observer of every existence.
Will thou ever pause for a sigh
Or ye travell an unfinished assignment.
Great decorator of the skies.
Conducter of the seas.
Ye make home for the lost
For it is your face we stare
Whence cometh trouble

Thw Haymaker © 2014

  1. sethbosskay says:

    This is a nice piece of poem, well-penned

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