Down Here

High above me blue and white,
Always open, easy might.
Slow, so slow, the clouds pass by;
Blue above them, down here, I.

Bare are the trees and the air is cold;
But I don’t care, I have  room to be.
Watch, I do, all things on high,
Subtle changes passing by.

Going, going, the blue I see;
Clouds are growing billowy.
Huge, so huge, they flow and spread;
Blue is an eyelash overhead.

Up there thunder comes unbound,
Slender lightning lashes down!
The rain is freely falling as I stand up sing;
Winter is calling, but I am spring!

Subtle changes passing by;
Blue above them, down here, I.

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