Look up.
What's there?
What I see is a beautiful tale.
What seemingly pictures swim
in a beautiful ocean.
What a simple, an elementary backdrop
to an abstract art show.
What a beautiful recreation of a television show
that needs no voice, electric, or outside source to air.
Maybe the power for these performances comes from the sun,
and her rays that supply energy to the characters of shaded whites and grays.
When it rains, the characters get together
for a three-dimensional performance;
throwing props at their unexpected audience.
At night, when the stage goes dark,
the characters do one of two things:
They go home for the night,
or, if their audience demands an encore,
they will stay and perform again,
one of their many performances.
This is what I see,
when I look up at partly cloudy skies.
for a three-dimensional performance;
throwing props at their unexpected audience.
At night, when the stage goes dark,
the characters do one of two things:
They go home for the night,
or, if their audience demands an encore,
they will stay and perform again,
one of their many performances.
This is what I see,
when I look up at partly cloudy skies.
©LJ
12 December, 2012
14 December, 2012
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