Cotton In The Sky
As every wave is change for the sea
So is every gust of wind for the sky.
The day was warm and the wind had gathered pace
I was sitting and looking into apparently empty space.
As I started to fiddle with buttons
I noticed the sky filled with cotton.
Scattered zig-zag from horizon to horizon,
So audacious, they even hid the sun.
I watched them seemingly unmoving and still,
Just like a little girl’s frock of frills.
They spanned the whole sky and played on it like pearls
Broken away from a princess’s crown above her curls.
It felt like heaven to feel the breeze and stare unblinking at them
I wouldn’t have minded even if the world had come to an end:
Then and there. My day was good but wasn’t complete
Wish you were here with me was my wish discrete.
I soon got the opportunity to be wit you
As from behind a tree you appeared in my view.
You were with me and you made my day
Being with you just makes me wanna shout hurray.
As the cotton in the sky flew away,
To return as cotton candy some other day.
I sat and wondered about nature’s unique ploy
The sky was you and cotton, I.
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