And the thunderous sky turned.... orange??
Raindrops of the clearest blue,
Fresh green grass dotted with dew.
The autumnal shades are more exciting,
Passionate, warm and so inviting.
The leaves fell crisp at my feet,
Every colour under the sun.
A downfall of expression,
So alive yet really dead.
Dance beneath the trees,
Under the yellow canopys,
Every shade of my soul,
Made complete and whole.
No rain no sun,
Just the clearest moon,
Goodbye to summer tempests,
Farewell to spring drizzle.
Its bold its beautiful,
Its the seasonal rebel,
Emphasizing everything,
And it never gets tiring.
So to the stormy summers nights
Your time is over
For when a bolt of lightning crosses the sky
It illuminates the red-brown trees
And thus, the thunderous sky turned orange.
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