Clouds are Nature’s gentle to the harsh realities below
Clouds are dreamer ‘s imagination untold
Wildest thoughts make of the clouds, tales of bold
Are they ballerinas pirouetting on their toes?
Layers of white gauze trim their slim waist
A perfect twirl in their fluffy gowns make
Or are they Little Bo Beep’s sheep lost in the scene above
She’s searching for them, puffy whites on the blue turf
Be they Cinderella’s carriage racing to meet the midnight stroke
Brilliant white stallions hooves thunder while their mouths froth
Could they be snowfields of faraway land
Icy territories where no man stand
Or they be Greek goddesses powdering their nose
White dust swirl in their jealous show
Could they be white candy floss of yummy, yummy!
All children have to do is to reach out and fill their tummy!
Or an artist worst imagined nightmare
His choice of colours be white, blue and the occasional gray to spare!
Me thinks all this cotton balls to the picking have to do
Is with the sun and the moon games of peek-a-boo!
Be it what it may be, clouds are the best yet
They lift my spirits high above when I’m feeling sad
As I sit by my window and make out many a shape
Of the clouds that float up ahead
My flights of fancy mount to greater heights
Where I lose myself in elaborate sights!
Basic science makes it as evaporation and condensation
All I can make of it is food for my imagination!
By Mariam Bee