Message from the Sky

It is the call of the sky

When the wind hints its return

Deeply as I watch the clouds

The colours slowly emerge

The painting changes its form

with hazy mass shifting to and fro

It structures and restructures itself

Displaying the perfect show

The stars sit silent

An ensemble of peace

While stood the Sun and the Moon

Curing the rumble of the wind

My body shivered

At the prick of a raindrop

Cold so cold

As if tripping from the ice floe

But the drops stop to descend

After calming down the Earth

So that the muddy musk emanates

And fill me with an unquenchable thirst