I Met a Cloud
One day I met a cloud and rode its breeze,
above the hill tops and towering trees.
I touched blue skies and felt the gentle wind,
embraced the Sun as though we were old friends.
On my journey I saw a babbling brook,
I watched in wonder at the path it took.
Through open meadows of green and pine thick wood,
the world seemed small from where I stood.
I gazed at the splendor of God's grand gifts,
as I sat on my little cloud adrift.
The Sun soon found the horizon and set,
upon a sweet memory I shall never forget.
When night began to fall upon my day,
we said farewell and went our separate ways.
3/9/19
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2019
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