Splashing Clouds Of Flying Fish

The sky was almost royal blue, which reflected the

Depths of the seven seas.

The clouds resembled schools of sun-catching fish.

They seemed to glide along at a motionless pace.

As I gazed at the sky’s high ceiling, clouds clouded

The sun and deflected the scorching rays.

The tops of the trees barely fluttered their leaves and

Looked like statutes cuddling into arms of the

Outstretched heavens; the air was extremely humid

And hot; the wind was patiently still.

Birds ceased their irritating twitter, sitting mute in

The smothering, cloistering trees.

Flowers shouted out in colorful blooms, their heads

Gently swaying in an almost non-existent breeze.

Their faces were lifted to the daisy-reflected sky,

Wishing they, too, were companions of the dozing

Clouds, which were languishing in midair and

Which were a very pleasant diversion.

The carpet-like grass complimented the azure-blue

Sky, but the lack of rain would soon turn it to straw-

Like colored hews of washed-out browns.

The tall evergreens, however, would be forever sharp-

Needled and green; shrubs and bushes were still leafy

And lush; some wore decorative cones!

Quickly a cloud of milky-like splashing fish created

A slow-moving highway, and the lazy-traveling, whipped-

Cream clouds seemed to traverse the floating byway.

Then the winds became energetic, chasing the lamb-white

Clouds into chaotic disarray, shocking them into

Disappearing into the deep, deep oceans of the blue-eyed

Sky.