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