There they go, up above the sky ,
With a heavenly feel and a gloss of white.
Are they like fluffy white snow?
Or a yummy thick cream?
I wonder at times and feel it’s like a soft
But many other times it’s just a heavenly transport!
The forms all so different, none seem alike
They pull your thoughts past a millions of miles.
Mind just goes flying with them and
Smile just lits bright in my face.
They move about in all shapes and sizes, and
I feel they reflect the human nature!
Each one sees what one likes
When they see, these passing clouds.
People walk past our lives,
Leaving memories in our hearts within.
Some good some bad, some sweet yet sour.
If only we realize that all bad things are just
Like these passing clouds
How sweet will be our sweetest memories?
I sat looking at those passing clouds,
Lo! , the white now, all painted gray
Whose magical hand had brushed past?
That they now resemble a devils park
I can imagine a blackcurrant topping
That sits on top of my delicious faluda!