There’s a poetry in the skies
As the clouds go racing by
Grey and white
Torn by the bluster of the wind
Spat out and piling high
Then scattered
Dark over light
Coming from afar
Well written
Verse over verse
Line after line
God has spoken
In iambic pentameter
In rhythm
In prose
An expression so whole
As to tell the story
Complete for all to read
Every last detail
Written in a living form
Read long my friend
Read well