The Sydney SkyScape
Like a rippling stalagmite formation
The city shoots up from the ground.
The colorful buildings looming in the distance
Serve as a curtain to the vast expanse of blue
I glided over as the sun stretched out his arms over the horizon.
A heavy breeze of warm salt air whips by in waves of refreshment
As the wide-leafed tree stares lazily
Out at me from my peripheral vision.
Clouds like billowing sand stretch out in artistic waves,
Mimicking the artist’s brushstrokes
When she does not dab, but plunges
Her brush into a slop of paint
And her strokes remain floating on the canvass
Immortalized and bold.
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