Writing is one of my hobbies for most of the times, I get caught up in the web of writing to appreciate nature and all it offers.
The cloud floats high up in the sky
It lies so thick, not in mid air
Beneath it's shelter the birds fly
Flying further than I can stare.
The cloud is a shield
As the sun scorches, the lays cannot penetrate
Even when I'm in the field
No matter how much the sunlight, I ignore the rate.
Beneath the cloud, a shade forms
And the shelter is what we seek
Though from it, comes the storms
And this is how far my eyes can peek.
To the eye, the cloud is so appealing
That I feel like taking a trip to cloud town
With the gaze so breathtaking
I, sometimes, feel like a clown.
The more I realise, the more I am interested in watching
As they say, the more the merrier
Like soldiers they seem to be marching
In a formation of different a layer.
© 2021 Martin Simoonga