Clouds poetry

Morning

The sun yawing up and early off
To work the moon just getting off from its shift
A blank canvas of just baby blue acrylic paint
The dust of the stars now invisible to the see and
Cannot see something in common,
Cotton of milk clouds seem to float in the sky
Looking heavy but light weight passing by,
Over the farms and passing cows with a grin
over ponds where birds make fish signs contract
Fish realizing they were fooled,
In a home a hand together mouth moving softly
Speaking silent though it's rising morning the
Little parrot in the next room still sleeps
Mouths moving in a prayer that morning would
Help afternoon walk without falling down
To evening to night again without blinding it's
Eyes but into safety keeping it clear, some good and
Less pain people pray for others in a prayer.
-ashes poetry