Judgement

The Rainbow appears and runs, in a storm of woes caused by bad judgement and bad beak even but we see circumstances unravel letting ride externally a rival became a normal part of endurance and am I full to deny its arrival will not being prideful.
And lovely is the Rose, never reflecting its rise ridden scenes urging a cut irritable hands at given moments or isolation filled by the missing things we once cherished now only a token exists to keep something we held extremely dear close to our souls shaping into a distinguished story.
The Moon doth with delight in my times during night dancing in the pan tension of mad tunes are not yet spoke or hast been ignored words long seen noticed in the memories of thoughts reaching in a river of glittering beams. Look approximately her when the Providence are bare, with no birds to far declining in a fare of dusky expression in the sun faded sky overhead with no pledge of life resembling as blooming, but never really holding in extraordinary situations. Waters on a shimmering night gleaming bright leaving a false but forlorn light call to us in the sight not grasping who to fight and who could stay right in a time of fright drawn on by a false knight who uses kites to fly entities over the night. Are as beautiful and pleasant; not giving Clare lovers not actually known to most who could not dare still to me, she was clear like whisper not truly seen but forever was there presenting a hand or passing a smile.
The sunshine is a remarkable birth; casting on to us an impressive first allowing the distinct to what old once had entertained but had ignored at the time they were begotten, falling like dust into a pit counting what may or may not occur.
But yet I know, wherever I go, there she is serving in a field where we once stood both peace filled and peaceful, know I see the wildflowers of who she once was grinning in a realm of flowers bathed in that never ending sunlight like the field of dreams leading to heaven.
That there hath the past endlessly a glory from the surface when the last true hero and prophet transferred marking a time while no one can know their maker and speak voice can never be understood now we sit in silence left to ponder what comes next in a turning world bold and blue.