Mystique and allure

The clouds broke into inviting island destinations, but the flowers tempted with poetry glimpsed in every petal, their leaves rustling up a fragrant song.. temple bells rang notes of sanctity.. the breeze writing stories of mystique and allure.. the cuckoo sang a duet with the crow.. in an attempt to make me laugh.. the parrots and seagulls winged playful notes in hues of white and green.. a plane tempted with wondrous places to see.. the earth magnetically grounded my feet.. still the clouds shifted into brilliant waves of light, forming hills and valleys, trees and forests, hiding sunshine.. rushing to the sun for its vote.. they basked instead, in its divine light.. rising radiant and uplifting.. melting into every dreamscape..