Temptations

The Best bliss

I truly believe that no one could

Name the colors the sky shows us

Either the cloud's

They are furiously dark, blue ? Black?

Orange or yellow ?

What would you call the ones at the edges

Like as if the rust existed as ever beautiful as that

Sometimes they are melancholy

Light and baby soft, you could even feel the

texture

Just by barely looking at the color,

Just like a trace left by the softest feather

Can't name it light green or light white either

They are magical, nameless yet marvellous

As I ponder, I realize

They are merely the emotions

Of clouds and the skies

Expressed flawlessly for everyone to witness

Mother nature always had showed us things

In simplest ways,

Let it be the withering trees

Or the fading moon ,

the Spring exists , and the winter too

Everything is surreal

But it's real.

I truly believe there is no name for the colors

The skies and clouds show us

Some of the spellbound moments

Dark blue bucket spilling white paint?

Frozen clouds with the blushing pink cheeks?

Crushed orange making campfire at the

farthest end?

Yellow farms striding to brownish harvest?

Mint green rubbed by an eraser ?

Dark and light all out in the game of hide and seek?

As I told before,

You can't name them,

The colors of sky and clouds

They are emotions , the feelings

And some other undefined words

Just not to be discovered forever.