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The clouds blanket the sky
holding the blue and gold back
hiding it's beauty

Bringing it's own bleakness to view
the cool winds lick and nip
cold drops of rain try to fall

A delightful aroma floods the air
a new fresh smell that teases the senses
although the dark daylight is lovely on it's own

It compares not to the blue and gold
it lights the eyes and uplifts the spirit
bringing with it a feeling of contentment

the days come and go
much akin to the weather
a kind of magic

nature within all it's glory
beauty with the uncomely
a wonderful mystery