Clouds in the sky

Laying on the grass expanding the creative mind,

Looking up to see what it is we will find.

Is it a parrot or maybe a lizard?

No , I think it's a flying car, driven by a wizard.

To me it's a monkey swinging from a tree,

No, no no I disagree.

Look closely and then tell me what you have seen,

I think it's a frog but he is not green.

I see a smiling face looking deep in my eyes,

Wait a minute, actually it's a box of french fries.

We call them clouds but to some they are much more,

They allow our brains to think differently, letting us explore.

On sunny days it's lots of fun,

But on rainy days we seem to miss the sun.

Maybe on gloomy days we can still enjoy the weather,

By comparing the clouds to a giant feather.

Floating up in the sky, way up high,

We cannot touch them and it's almost impossible to try.

They give us a break from the mundane,

Because once clouds appear we know things will change.

Sometimes they disappear and the sky is bright,

Then often they reappear and it feels like night.

But all in all they remind us to play,

While keeping things interesting throughout the day.

A simple thing that can bring us pleasure,

Remember they are so much more than just the weather.