Pulling Up Anchor

A drifting cloud anchors itself on the hillside Where admiral butterflies on warm breezes glide Beneath a sky of azure where meadows abide There are bird songs afloat, on winds they hitch a ride Yonder, a boat tailed grackle on a post is spied Looking for grasshoppers that in the grass reside A meadowlark sings to lure a mate to his side As he shows off the colors that nature supplied A plethora of flowers, nectar they provide As bees buzz around in black eyed susans they hide Then the cloud pulls up anchor, I watch it divide As a new cloud approaches, its sail tall and wide