Sometimes



By Bren Spahn
I am a sky, dipping back and forth gently between the mountains and hills; caressing the valleys each and every night. I am a mysterious and gentle work of art.
Creating ethereal paintings of orange and pink swiped above, the sun rises and pastel colors of pink and blue are created. Sometimes, I am not. Sometimes, I am the clouds that rain on parades, the neutral overcast. I can be the fog, delaying people from doing what they intend. Sometimes, I am the thunder and lightning; dangerous and yet hypnotizing. Sometimes, I become a tornado, destroying everything in my path, haunting people for days on end. I can be beautiful and gentle, and I can be harsh and unkind, but I always will be me. I will never suddenly rush away. I have always been here on this earth, and I will be forevermore.

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