Hometown Glory

The big yellow circle in the sky shines so bright.

Whispering to my skin of summer.

Pushing light fluffy clouds into my mind.

Every thing wonderful around this sun;

The birds chirping, flowers blooming, crysal clear blue skys,

Beauty.

The wind blowing... wind blowing.

Here comes the wind.

And white fluffy clouds in sight.

The artistic clouds come and paint the sky with imagination.

But all of mother nature's drawings and doodles cover the suns bright welcoming grin is.

The wind picks up, forcing its way into the clouds.

Those white fluffy coulds.

And those perfect white clouds start to bleed, bleed gray from the wind.

The gray infects the perfect being of my beloved soft cloud.

Covering my favorite smile, the wind picks up.

The world knows fear.

I feel the fear.

Infected by the gray, the cloud dies, and falls apart.

The once white clouds infects the earth.

Disease leaking to the innocent ground below,

No hope of being saved.

The once loved blue skys are covered, to dark to see them now.

We are dying from the disease leaked onto us.

Darkness fills the soul, darkness fills the heart, and like the cloud, i start to bleed.

I cant help but bleed, infected by the leak.

The rain sits inside me.

Forming puddles of my own poison.

Ready to infect you too.

Until,

That same wind that brought the world fear, blew it all away.

A glimmer of the suns smile shines through the dead clouds.

And even though the poison from the clouds has cover the ground,

It forms a remarkable thing.

From the pain, and from the sick,

A story.

A healing.

Beauty.

Even through the darkest of dark sickned clouds,

Beauty.

The rainbow shows, creating peace to the soul,

My sickened soul, my sickned heart.

And i am healing.

Before the storm, our world was pretty,

And now that the dark clouds have come and now are gone,

Our world is Beautiful.

Through the darkness comes the most beautiful things.

Even if we dont know why.

And i dont know why.