Out from the clouds, the sun resounds
And nothing is the same.
Leaves of jade are plunged to shade
And shadows sink to blacker ink,
But spider webs appear and wear
A bright and brilliant flame.
The laundry fades, the sidewalks blaze,
The puddles turn to sky.
Blinding rays transform the grays
And tiny leaves wear haloed gleam,
But lofty boughs are dwindled down
To stripes against the sky.
Thanks for reading! It's interesting to me how bright sunlight hides some things and highlights others. Tiny little leaves and spider webs become suddenly beautiful, while lofty trees are reduced to silhouettes. Sometimes, the last are first and the first are last. Sometimes the lofty are humbled and the lowly are honored. I find this beautiful.