Flickr: Joylitas' Photostream

The clouds floated by like the tiny clouds of butter in the well churned buttermilk.

The puffs that looked laden with an anger unseen, dissolved into mere wisps of white. Like the mother's lullabies to a newborn.

The clouds burst into color and mocked him as I stood smiling.

Just as swift as the the sword that shimmers, the colour left the skies.

'Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done..
On earth as it is in Heaven.'

Joylitas' photostream