That gray cloud
but that green aura
That loud thunder
but that shining light
catching your breathe tight
That impatient wind
but that for lone coldness
That mirror roads
but that unnecessary odds

That needy blue sky
silent
as the rain prevailing
and the cotton ***** sailing
it is reappearing
the moonlight across the sky
so feebly spread
that you muse upon
solemn smile of a peaceful scene
unlocking the threads.