Sunny & Misty lived in the blue
–yonder, beyond where
you & me do,
united, the combine arrived
every day,
Mist colored rosy by Sun’s
warming rays,
and after the rise
of rays, and the rose,
Misty dispersed
on air’ends she’d go…
hov’ring above where Sun liked to stay
beaming and burning, lighting the day
and as seasons passed
the duo renewed
flowers with showers,
piercing Mist through
lightning so striking
it traveled on breath,
that Sunny exhaled
deep from his chest,
together as weather they’d fashion
a bow,
a piping of striping to make their
reign glow,
and though some might posit
the dyad ill-paired,
–connected collective
commanded th’ air.
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