The Plains.

Whirlwinds on the plain, A dancing whipping frenzy, To a tune unheard, To a beat unfelt, Swaying seductively to the whispering wind, Their feet on the ground and kissing the sky.

Rainfall on the plain,  A sweet sordid love affair.  A letter penned in water,  Wielded by wind.  Sent by sky to land below,  And heartily accepted, wouldn’t you know.

Sunshine on the plain,  Glorious light bathing the red horizon.  A painter’s dream and a writer’s muse.  Shadows cast long and beautiful,  Seeking the other horizon in a gentle touch, The moon’s beckoning call.

Quiet on the plain,  The actors have played their part,  Each having left their mark,  A orchestra of nature,  Beautiful, chaotic, mesmerizing, violent.  And for now, nothing remains,  But the plain

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