Clouds

Clouds

A Poem by windowguy

Vapours appear as if by magic
On the blue canvas of the sky
Creating curious shapes
Or, is it a trick of the eye?

Cauliflower clouds accumulate
Into such a mountainous size;
Mushrooms seem to sprout
Right before my very eyes.

Next, a little white rabbit
With thin, pointy ears
And a mouse with whiskers
Shapes, and slowly appears.

Soon, a whole menagerie
Of animals come into view;
An elephant and a seagull
And even a kangaroo!

My, what a most impressive
Vaporous display;
Much too good to ignore
At the end of the day

As it’s then that these scenes
Appear at their very best
When the setting sun splits rays
And I feel my heart won’t rest

As it beats excitedly at
These pleasing pictures to view;
No artist could capture completely
A painting as lifelike, as true.

So, when you look up at clouds
And wish they wasn't there
Consider that these vapours in azure
Floating quietly in the air

Gently pour life-sustaining rain
Onto the thirsty earth
And thus, each cloud actually
Has a great deal of worth.


 

© 2013 windowguy


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Added on November 4, 2013
Last Updated on November 4, 2013
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windowguy
windowguy

Sheffield, United Kingdom



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