Clouds

Undulating clouds crash against a distant shore.
They bubble and roll against the rocks of the earth
And roar to the beach of the horizon.
Where the edge of the land is only a thin strip of light in the darkening sky.
And the clouded waves bush pink, rose and orange
As if they realise they are being watched
By the small creatures that scuttle fare below.
Who are often caught up in the mundanity of their small lives.
And sometimes forget to wonder at the magnificence of the sky.    16th March 2014