Clouds
IF I COULD TRICK LORD GRAVITY
TO LET GO OF MY FEET...
I'D FLY INTO THE TROPOSPHERE,
WHERE CUMULUS CLOUDS RETREAT...
TO FORM THEIR GREAT ILLUISIONS
TO ENTERTAIN MANKIND...
A GIFT THEY'VE GIVEN ALL OF US,
HENCE THE BIRTH OF TIME...
FOR THERE'S NO ONE WHO'S PONDERED NOT,
THE SHAPE THESE CLOUD PROJECT...
IS THAT A HORSE OR UNICORN
OR SOMETHING ELSE?, AND YET...
IT MATTERS NOT WHAT YOU MAY SEE,
IT'S ALL INTERPRETATION...
APPRECIATE THIS PRECIOUS GIFT,
AND REVEL, IN ITS CREATION
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