Gentle As A Lamb The Entire World Airbrushed

The setting sun was a turquoise blue Before, roaring clouds thundered through. We played football, with a puffball fungus When sapling trees shook with such, a ruckus. We laughed aloud, at what was to follow 'Gulping in dust spores no time for sorrow'. How the rains poured like exploding dahlias Eyes filled like less than waterproof galoshes Running like wild antelope, down a slope The flowers underfoot downed periscope. The wind rushed by, like a charging lion. Its tail whipped the air like an enlightened Well-informed ghost. Now suddenly hushed: Gentle as a lamb the entire world airbrushed. Smudged bedazzled us. Such is the kingly beauty In the wild, wild woods, not yet knighted ignobly.