Lying on my back
And looking at the sky,
With the wind softly blowing,
So many shapes I spy.
First I see a doughboy,
Soft and plump, and round.
And then I see a big old tree
Standing on a cirrus ground.
Cotton candy, cumulus clouds
Seem to make the very best things.
Like a genie's face, with lips apucker
Blowing out long cirrus strings.
For hours and hours I can lay
And watch the passing sights.
Then, the clouds will come together and part,
Letting through such heavenly lights.
The rays reach down and touch the earth
In dramatic beams of light.
And soon, I know, I'll have to go in
Because day will soon turn to night.
But one last show the clouds will put on,
A miracle of colors so bold.
Across the sky they spread and change
To purple, orange, and gold.
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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thank you for sharing.
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I am glad to be in this group, otherwise I would have never read this. Such pretty words and very lovely pictures.
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