Lofty Majesties…


Those predictable patterns puzzles me
The big blue balls that braves the sky
I stare the far I can to comprehend
How the lofty majesties roams to no end.

The wind that blows and chill us down
Is their sheer joy when it’s tough and rough
Because it drifts them heights above Everest
And makes them form patterns of wonder

Now the lions are charging
Now the horses are racing
Now the deer are panting
Now the cheetahs are hunting

And in superb submission they bow
When the sun sets, saluting their own,
And with jitters they do a jig
To welcome the moon and the stars