"The Cloud"

"The Cloud"

I am sitting in a beautiful field of flowers 

of the most vivid colours you can ever imagine.

The colours pulsate.

The grass is neon green, soft, lush,

and vibrant.

The sky above is Azure blue

and goes on forever.

There are no clouds

on the horizon.

The sun is a golden ball

of Sunshine yellow.

The bumble-bee's hum

and butterflies flutter by

gently brushing my cheeks

with their wings.

I try in vain to catch them.

I  so happy.

I look up at the sky and I notice

in the far distance

there is a small

pale grey cloud

and it is slowly coming closer.

But I am still happy.

The sky is still Azure blue

but a little more pale now.

The sun is no longer

Sunshine yellow

and the flowers don't seem

so vivid.

But still

I am happy.

It's now a little cooler

and the pale grey cloud

comes closer.

The grass is not green anymore and the butterflies

have almost gone.

Nothing looks pretty anymore.

The bee's become agitated.

But still

I am happy.

The grey cloud

is now much darker

and hovers right above me.

The Azure blue sky

has turned

a scary purple colour

and the Sunshine yellow sun

has gone.

The wind buffets me

and threatens to tip me over.

I am feeling cold and a storm is coming.

The butterflies left long ago.

The rain comes

and my body is cold.

The cloud above me is now a violent black

and consumes me

and I can't stop the rain

from pouring down.

I am drowning in it.

I fall to my knee's 

as hail stones pelt my body.

My body aches.

I am cold, wet,

bruised and broken

as the black cloud consumes me.

And

I am not happy.

Written by me, Sunshine.  This was published in the Walsh Trust "Pulse" magazine in August 2014. Thanks for visiting, back soon with some cards!  {HUGS} from me to YOU:-)