Chameleon Clouds
Clouds change from the rising sun
into the sunset from their day on the run,
and colors bleed into colors
like chameleons just like their shifting mothers.
Nature’s a painter with an iridescent eye
at the easel looking out at the inconsistent sky,
the moving waves of the drifting clouds
and the colors they keep as they stop to browse.
Beauty is in the sunrise as the day begins
and in the sunset according to earthly disciplines.
She changes colors that enchant the heart
and keeps the rage from coming apart.
Clouds are like chameleons with colors that shift.
They float up above the hills and forever drift.
They are like a kaleidoscope that never settles down,
changing colors and keeping off the ground.
I looked to the sky this morning and lo behold
a purple cloud that changed to gold.
And then the sun moved in a westward direction.
Then it turned red before the sun kissed the ocean.
Then the cloud turned black beyond my sight
and became a mystery of the cryptic night.
Yes there is magic in the skies there is.
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