I'm Envious of the Clouds
I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven –
As nebulosity permits –
Travel without a passport –
Slipping away on a whim
For a day’s length or more –
Then return a denizen.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2023
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