Song of the Buoyant Spirits (Rev. #3)

[Gretel]

Hi there,

I like your poem and have a few suggestions. Reading other's comments they are similar to mine:

Crying tears of joy, 
noise of booming laughter and cheers ring out;
loud roars of freedom and victory
reverberateing from sky to ground. 
Round and revolving, the mosaic of earth is cleansed- 
rinsed, bathed, and swathed by the clouds.  How do clouds ‘rinse’? I would put the phrase tears of joy here perhaps. 
Oust, for a day, the parching sun! 
Thunderstorms are gifts: you see: 
rejuvenation for all,
canopied by the sky.