Skies' Enchantment

Skies enchant me
They fulfill me
In a way so gentle
It seems more a movie
Or a painting by a grand artist.
Dark clouds in the sky
Their movement
Their position
Their colours and tones
Are the reason for my open eyes now.

So I photograph
I watch it
And let it be
Because it can make me spellbound
And not get tired of me
The art of them are always there
When I most need
When I miss
When I crave for writing my lungs out.