blue, and always searching,
looking for where the sun shines
down, so I can turn toward it and grow
like the peaceful sunflower. always
feeling darkening clouds gathering
behind me, threatening me, chasing me,
that I may go from sun on my face
to a cold, shaking ball on muddy ground,
driving rain, lightning strikes and fear
things change so fast. i can’t keep up.
alone, but searching for like hearts,
holding light, pulling it in, spreading it out
blue and light, reaching always
Talking to the Clouds 
Beautiful photo and strong description. Thank you.
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