From Carol Burton
in Spalding, Lincolnshire, UK.
Realm of the Clouds
You Earth-bound humans, raise your eyes
And see what moves above; around;
When glorious cloud-patterns fill the skies
Why must you gaze on tainted ground?
Intense, unfathomed, glowing blue
Is backdrop to this shifting show.
The clouds in three dimensions move
To fascinate us here below.
And when the blue has left the day
And yielded place to midnight’s black,
How can we see the stars and say
That all has gone to ruin and wrack?
Whatever man has done below
To spoil the pristing purity,
He has not yet dimmed heaven’s bright glow
Or circumscribed infinity.
© Carol Burton