Ode to the Clouds
Ever changing you are.
Never the same shape.
Simple to everything,
But the imagination.
A perfect contrast to the endless blue,
Yet absent from some sunny summer days,
When the sky is like the sea.
Where no white dragons dare to venture.
You, who seem to caress
The kites and planes.
You, who float on the wind
And look up to the sun.
You hold a sacred beauty
To which few look upon,
But those who do, know your beauty,
And find you to be a daydream escape.
