No Clouds Allowed
(c) 2006 Mark Pearce

No clouds allowed.
No clouds – Allowed.
Only blue skies.
Only the proud.

Only lush grass
And verdant trees.
Only red flowers
And stingless bees.

No harsh winds
Only a breeze.
No cold nips
Pruning green-leafed trees.

No harsh nights
Nor sweltering days.
No heads down.
No foggy haze.

No clouds allowed and
No sad tears.
No worried frowns and
No bad fears.

Time passes
In such idyllic fashion
Then – the awakening.
A mass “Ah-HA” occurs.

No clouds allowed means
No fresh air.
No lush grass,
No bees to care.

No cold nights.
No snow to fall.
Bone dry trees
Which burn and fall.

No sad times mean
No better times ahead.
No clouds allowed
Makes a living, breathing being –
Dead.