Look up not down

leaf

Down on the floor

I see my feet

The muddy path

The untidy carpet

I see my troubles

They are stuck there

They can’t move

I feel gloomy

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Look up at the sky

I see fast moving clouds

Sun peaking through

Bright leaves on the trees

Unusual rooftops

Swirling smoke from chimneys

Birds merrily chirping

My difficulties are subsiding

I feel happy and bright

I look up not down

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This is the day

morning

This is the day of morning dew

White cherry blossom, a canopy of shade

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

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Sweet perfumes carried in the breeze

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

This is the day of morning dew

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Sharp blue skies, puffy white clouds

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

Droplets of dew sit like jewels,on the grass

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Buds on trees waiting to burst

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Uplifting sunbeams, shine on my face

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Dawn chorus awakens the season

This is the day of morning dew

Heady scent rising from carpets of blue

Bright Shards of sunlight, streaming through

Change is swift

Brilliant blue skies

intense searing sun

white fluff clouds

Rhythmic calm sea

wind blows gentley

I close my eyes

peace all around

 

Ominous dark skies

heavy black clouds

The air is stiffling

heat is almost suffocating

Gun grey sea

Crashes with force

Large rain drops fall

intense heavy bursts

no peace now

 

The wind blows quickly in

and out just as fast

calming down again

dark clouds have moved

the sky is a brilliant blue again

the sun shines intensely

the sapphire sea is calm

a gentle roll of the wabes

peace is regained

 

 

Mackerel Sky, Storm is nigh

The clear blue skies that stretched forever have gone

feathery clouds are whisping across the sky,

its almost as if the sky is wearing curls today

A change is a foot in the weather

 

they spread into one another as far as I can see

their pale whiteness is so thin and transparent

its like a fog that the sun is trying to break through

is there rain on its way now?

 

They ripple across the sky all grainy

The striped patterns are like fish scales

All puffy and round getting darker

The mackerel sky, a storm is nigh