Clouds
CLOUDS
Clouds,
oh wonderous,
wonderous clouds;
what fancy you form ?
There are Beasts and Feasts,
and things of many Forms !
Day uo on days,
Months up on months
and on through the years.
Yet,
always we are mystified.
"YOUR SPLENDOR ?"
It seems to reach down
and touch our very Soul.
Lifting us upward,
upward into the joys beyond !
Even when you are heavy,
and bursting at the seam,
and all seems a bad dream;
we look at you in wonder.
Asking that forever
your splendor carries on !
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