I hope you are enjoying storm clouds similar to those that form over tha Appalachians.
from AI:
Upon the sky, the clouds do softly drift, Their shapes and hues a painter's dream unfold. In gentle waves, they bring a sense of lift, A tranquil scene, a story yet untold.
The contrails trace a path through azure blue, A modern touch upon the canvas wide. They weave a tale of journeys old and new, Of dreams and hopes that in the heavens glide.
The clouds, they whisper secrets to the breeze, Their shadows dance upon the earth below. In their embrace, the mind finds gentle ease, A peaceful calm that only they bestow.
And as the contrails fade into the air, They leave behind a trace of fleeting grace. A moment's mark, a memory to share, Of beauty found in sky's vast, open space.
I hope you are enjoying storm clouds similar to those that form over tha Appalachians.
from AI:
Upon the sky, the clouds do softly drift, Their shapes and hues a painter's dream unfold. In gentle waves, they bring a sense of lift, A tranquil scene, a story yet untold.
The contrails trace a path through azure blue, A modern touch upon the canvas wide. They weave a tale of journeys old and new, Of dreams and hopes that in the heavens glide.
The clouds, they whisper secrets to the breeze, Their shadows dance upon the earth below. In their embrace, the mind finds gentle ease, A peaceful calm that only they bestow.
And as the contrails fade into the air, They leave behind a trace of fleeting grace. A moment's mark, a memory to share, Of beauty found in sky's vast, open space.
I am so grateful that we have the sky above us even in ugly urban areas. I enjoy looking up so much on my urban walks.