Layer of clouds
Hanging high
Up above
Segmented
Separated
By hazy gaps.
Another layer
Of clouds
Way below
Thin and dark
Moving fast
Like a curtain
Rapidly drawn
By someone
In a great hurry.
Amazing clouds
Their formations
An infinite variety
Of magnificent forms
Each so different
Every time.
Sun peeping through
The upper layer
Like a caged lion
Gnawing at the bars.
At times the sun
Looked like
Full moon playing
Hide and seek
One bright night.
On one side
Rain bearing clouds
Forming dark streaks
From sky to earth
At the horizon.
Trees waving
Like soldiers
On duty
In dark green
Camouflage.
That morning
Felt cool
Felt special
Felt unique
And delivered
A message
Of eternal affinity
To nature
In my surroundings.
That morning
I store and treasure
In my memory
And in these lines.
Tirupathi Chandrupatla
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-morning-i-treasure/
