Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Sea Clouds

Sea Clouds

Under stormy skies so gray and alive, I believe,
I slowly sip my hot tea of camellia leaves,
I reflect how the clouds seem so much like the sea,
I realize that this is the way it was meant to be,
for the seas are the birthplace of the clouds that I see,
rolling in like the tide, wave after wave, above me.