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Wonder Clouds

Wonder Clouds

Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, in my thoughts.
What lies above those clouds up high?
Beyond the bleached, yellow sometimes blue sky.
Some say that clouds are but a mere cloud of vapour,
But is that true?
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, what is above those clouds?

Maybe an entire civilisation,
Of dragons and fairies and queens and kings,
Where there are lilies that jump around and toads that sing,
Wolves big and bad, pumpkin carriages round and stout,
Rainbows, unicorns, pearls,
And all those wonderful things, tiny tots dream about.

Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that is where He lies,
Superseding all,
Guiding us above,
Uplifting our falls,
Ruling over fates and destinies,
Lives and deaths,
But then does He really exist?

Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
That’s where I will find good old peace,
A holy sane kingdom
Where there is serenity, beauty, probably freedom,
Where there is no worry, no sadness, no negativity.
Where there is no tiring search and no disheartening find,
But then isn’t peace a state of mind?

Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
Maybe that’s where actual life is,
With trees and birds and breeze and rivers,
Where there are no dark lights and cold chills or shivers,
Where there are playing children, whispering mothers and laughing elders,
High above the rain and thunder of the world,
Where everyone is blessed with an eternal kiss,
But without an end, can a beginning persist?

Sometimes I wonder and then I wander,
What lies above those clouds?
Maybe something we have uncovered,
Or something not meant to be discovered.
But imagination lives on,
And dreams never die,
And theories never perish,
Because that’s where true creativity lies.
Whatever is above there, 
I believe it’s not very far,
From an open mind and a welcoming heart,
But I can’t help but wonder,
How fateful the birds really are,
How hateful the birds really are.

Manya Chopra
15 years old
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/22/2019 6:45:00 AM You may be fifteen years old, but you write beautifully! This poem went straight to my FAV list because I loved absolutely everything about it. Keep writing. I am following you now. Login to Reply

Robert Allen Date: 9/21/2019 11:18:00 AM Lovely poem, your ending hits like a hammer. What I got from it is that the birds exist between the two worlds: the one you inhabit, and the one you wonder about "above those clouds up high." And the lines "How fateful the birds really are, how hateful the birds really are" is to ask the question: what do the birds -- who can see the utopia in the clouds -- think of us here on earth? Do they look at us and see horrible people? Is that what you are trying to say? Login to Reply

Kim Rodrigues Date: 9/21/2019 10:16:00 AM Ooh, I love these wonder clouds! Some high thinking there ;) Login to Reply