Gone to Soon

The pregnant sky drinks
up the sea,
and guzzles and gulps
to be free.
The trees clutch the earth
and are,
ever-reaching to join
a star.
The rivers rage inhaling
a path,
full of life free
of wrath.
Clouds beckon with fluffy
claws,
devoured within their puffy
paws.
The lakes must also
fly,
leave earth and join
sky.
The angry
sun,
fills every
one.
All but the
moon,
are gone to
soon.