Clouds

The sky emits a shroud of white That deftly coats the ground As if by magic, nature paints And never makes a sound No sound comes forth from frozen ground Nor ice cold gentle breeze A searching eye confirms the fact There's no one here but me I watch these clouds so grey and full Float through that leaden sky Who plots their course where 'ere they go I've often wondered why They float throughout that limitless sky Throughout the day or night Meandering both hither and yon Erratic in their flight They race, they dance, they swoop oh so high Like a marionette way up in the sky I wish that I could pull those strings To make those clouds do different things Like making them look like a funny face Or a doily made of intricate lace I'd keep them afloat high in the sky To continue to appease humanity's eyes