Crows flock and fly across the lakes
clouds swoop and swirl in azure sky
a deep breath mother nature takes
as summer thunderstorms pass by.
The dock, fresh washed by summer rain
steams in the sun and with a sigh
releases puddles that remain
to re-form fluffy clouds on high.
A man stands, sable brush in hand
to witness with a painter's eye
and reproduce views of this land
beyond the skills of you and I.