Clouds

He lay outside on the cellar door one day Lazy gazing at the sky A child a dutiful child Before he knew clouds move or why Those scattered billows grey fringed hung high It was late afternoon with ghostly moon The lively honey bees some suspended sip then buzzzzzzz zip! He's heard from experienced older folk The earth years from the sun goes round Dreamy following eyes go round and round On carousel astride mind's steed he's off the ground Gently rocking lifting on that waving sea This quite a vital sort of primal ecstasy Clouds and festivals Picassoette surreal That music in the air nature's breath infects the skin the veins Ah those few moments so rare so hauntingly spare........ When the screen door creaks open he shivers! then Mother calls him in to dinner