Whispers Above the Clouds
A Rainy Day Reflection with Tea on the Mountain's Crown

Whispers Above the Clouds
A Rainy Day Reflection with Tea on the Mountain's Crown
The sky leans low with a silver frown,
As raindrops kiss the mountain's crown.
I sit where earth and heavens meet,
Tea in hand, the silence sweet.
Clouds drift like thoughts I’ve left behind,
Their edges frayed, their paths unsigned.
Each sip a warmth against the chill,
Each breath a moment standing still.
No roads below can reach me here,
Where wind and whisper both are clear.
The world fades soft, the rush undone—
A poem steeped in mist and sun.
Ink runs slow on dampened page,
As nature turns another age.
Yet in this rain, in sky so wide,
A quiet joy begins to rise.
For what is life, if not a climb,
With moments like this, lost in time?
Above the noise, above the crowds—
I found my soul
among the clouds.

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