"The brushstrokes of angels”
My grandma proclaimed
Given days like today
She couldn’t be blamed
The roils and the flourish
Of Cumulus sheep
Induce flights of fancy
Recounted in sleep
Sandwiched Stratus layers
Ooze rainfall or snow
And nourish earth’s dowry
Wherever they go
High in the canopy
Cirrus streamers dance
Their artistry on blue
Whispers of romance
Surely angel artists
Like to entertain
The daydreams of mortals
With their cloudy strains
So, please always make time
To visit the show
Gallery’s e’er open
Look up and let go!
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