The sky is blue
a perfect weather day
white fluffy cloud sheep pass on by
Somewhere up there
the wind is playing gently
moving a kite to and fro
Occasionally the sun
plays peek-a-boo
or Hide and seek
as the clouds pass by
And the hide and seek goes on
behind a building or hill
and will keep on moving and hiding until
Mother nature tells him its time for his bed
and its time for the moon
to play with the clouds instead.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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