Wispy clouds, lilac sky
Lush greenery and
Palm trees dancing on the
Song of Wind.

Monsoon is approaching,
The days are turning grey.
Lovely clouds are floating by
The Bougainvilleans are trying out
Dresses.

The grass smells like morning mist,
The clouds are changing hues,
As if they're shades on the palette.
The blue and white,
Reminds me of the poem, 'I
Wandered lonely as a cloud'.

The void has become peaceful,
And blended in the background
As shadows.
The birds are chirping and
Communicating.

Water starts pouring from the above
Like little rivulets.
The sky is a grey - purple.
The sound of rain hitting the
Earth, like drums.

The clouds are wispy & myriad
Monsoon is arriving, and so are the
Floods.
Water trickling down the flowers,
Like waterfall ;
It's creating a reflection of glass.

The Bougainvilleans are crowning
The head of the gate,
Inviting you in its palace,
It's home.

Champa trees are throwing mist
Against the wind,
Complimenting the lilac sky.
Standing on its feet,
Like a Queen /
Head high, flowers down
Mist all around.

Magnolia white & yellow
Creating an aesthetic, for the lilac ;
A fantasy world far away from the
Land of clouds.

The green is creating beauty,
At the back of the canvas.
I look at the incomplete painting
Or
Euphoria I'd say.

The gulmohar's getting ready,
Looking magnificent in
Vermilion gowns.
The sky is happy,
For its going to rain.
The barren land will be
Healed.

Rain should be in plethora this
Year ;
We're not prepared for catastrophe.
The '16 one was enough.

The air is cool and crisp,
The leaves are lush and green.
The Bougainvilleans are heading the
Party ;
With Gulmohars dressed in gowns,
As it's host.

There shall be feast and dance
All the nature - plants are invited.
There's going to be orchestra,
With the wind as the lead violins
And the sparrows, as the
Cellists.

The rain is playing the piano,
The clouds are the conductors,
And a harmony has begun.
The feast will go on till September,
With occasional special - appearances
From the Peacocks.

The land is glittered and
Gleaming ;
With all nature present.
There's dance, light, music &
Tranquility.
What else do you want?
A land free of humans, is what
We've got.
So behold! And enjoy our dance,
For its the palace of allure
&
You shall not be left.

Come see our harmony,
Come see our dance.
Greet and make merry with us,
For, the time won't come again.
And everything in this world is only
Once.
So! Come & make merry and forget
Yourselves ;
As we enchant and captive
You.
We're Art.

This poem was written on the scenery I saw today, of lilac monsoon sky (my favourite) and the nature surrounding it. And I randomly got this idea and fun fact! I wrote it as a song and turned it into a poem.
It's one of my recent favourites.

Coincidentally, celestialbloodlitmag is only hosting the #7 poetry contest. I'd like to nominate my poem : The land of music, dance & wispy clouds - on the topic of 'wispy'.

It's a long poem ; my classic.

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- Ridhima Joshi