with masses of vapors,
like secret keepers,
they hide the bright
sun with all their might.
yet the summer sun sets
free its sharp and magical rays,
from behind the masses
flinging in all ways.
heat waves and UV rays,
red infrared rays,
boil all away,
so it lay-
gift of life,would be a lie,
for all would die.
A serendipity it is ,so high,
like a wonderous view.My
my,a joyous bird flew,
in the painted hue.
