Looking out on the world I see...........
Naked trees, shivering in the breeze.
Logged hills with crewcut tops.
A graveyard of logs awaiting their ressurection.

Brown, furry Cat tails, playing hide and seek,
in the breeze among their long, leafy foliage.
Dog Woods, wagging their white, flowered limbs.
A chorus of birds serenading the rising of a new dawn.

The rugged face of a cliff, softened by,
delicate wild flowers carressing it’s stony wrinkles.
Meandering roads, like black winding ribbons,
equally divided with yellow stitching, neatly edged in white.

Long rows of fencing like the front line of a battle field,
weary of it’s endless line of defense.
Crowds of ferns waving at each passerby.
Sparse trees, tenaciously clinging,like mountain goats,
to the side of a rocky cliff.

Happy children building castles in the sand,
unmindful that the castles will soon be buried in a watery grave.
Belligerent waves slapping the rocks along the shore.
Abandoned seashells scurrying along the sand,
evidence of the hermit crab’s new residence.

Angry storms, lashing out in their fury,
piercing the sky with startling flashes of lightening;
it's long, knarled fingers leaving trails of white hot scratches
in the angry sky.
Screaming out in pain, with frightening, thunderous roars,
it finally breaks into torrential tears, flooding the earth,
while it's writhing body tears gashes
into the green mattress of vegetation
as it thrashes about in agony.

The sun peeks cautiously through the clouds,
upon a battered, rain soaked earth after the storm has abated.
It's bright rays paint a brilliant rainbow that arches across the sky,
God's promise after the flood.

Fleecy, white clouds form a background of
an ever changing collage of pictures, while
colorful sunbeams stage a dance in the prisms of a chrystal.
.........seemingly humanistic portrayals of the fabrics of our lives.

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