Cloud Verse
Gentle giants rolling through the sky
They pull at my desires
Make me want to shoot up in the air and fly so high
Tiny droplets of water creating such a beautiful sight Reflecting luminescence off the sun And scattering into a magnificent white
Fantastic shapes are strolling by
I see rabbits and princesses
Occurring way up high
Oh what I would give to be a cloud
To be lovely and puffy
To be oh so proud
Parading my beauty each and every day
Omitting wonder and awe
All along the way.
© Victoria Bell. 2009
