O, To Be A Cloud
O, to be a cloud and wander the skies untethered,
freer than any bird, as free as the wild winds,
changing shape endlessly, effortlessly, easing
from a stallion to a lion to a bear in the minds
of open-eyed children who love the clouds and
love to watch the clouds as they dance the sky....
Children and clouds, clouds and children--
a love affair that ends as childhood ends
and the once children, now grown-ups can
no longer see a living menagerie way, way
up high where only the purest hearts may go.
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2020
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