That Cloud Looks Like a Cloud

Looking upwards the clouds saunter by whites and greys pierced with a playful glint Sunlit fingers of god Shunning the disbelievers Parcels of ocean blue with untethered blooms whispering by in unified singularity The sky swallows my eyes and self is lost to the outer Misty ariels and titans of girth Splayed in awe No artist capturing its truth But the soul finds reason and acceptance The grass gently embraces me and my time has meaning Closing my eyes the gentle tendrils of summer eve caress my face Child of the universe rest