Mysterious, Magical Clouds
It truly is a fantasy,
that comes to my mind,
each time I look at the sky
and see those fluffs of white.
I often wonder
what it is I’m looking at.
Oh, I know it’s all so scientific,
but I’d rather think it’s mystifying.
are like cotton candy,
just as sweet and full of sugar -
maybe really good to eat.
and if we caught ourselves one -
we could make wishes that’ll come true.
are meant for dreaming
and if we had ladders long enough,
we could climb on one.
Perhaps this and so much more,
clouds to me are wondrous things,
that are made for stuff like dreams
and other schemes.
How would it be,
if we could take a cloud
and make of it -
whatever our imagination told us.
Perhaps if you’re musical,
you might take a cloud
and from it you’d make -
many musical instruments.
Perhaps if you’re an artist,
you might just choose,
to take a cloud
and make different sculptures.
For writers that would be pure delight,
to grab a hold of a cloud
and ever so carefully -
making the biggest typewriter in the sky.
I for one,
would want to make,
a sailing ship
and with my cloud sail along with the wind.
With friends scattered here and there,
oh, what fun it would be,
to form a coach from each cloud -
put together it’d be a train stretching on and on.
Then friends could climb aboard,
when my train cloud would appear
and we could go chugging -
all around this world of ours.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee