Nick Houvras, Member 7,367 sent us one of his recent poems.
Image: Crepuscular Rays over Somerset, England © Helen Crawley
Don’t you wish you were a cloud?
Flying free where ever the wind sent you!
Looking down from up above on sunny ground!
Or wet leaves you sent your water to.
And then you slowly disappear from the heavens that held you.
Just as the earth holds us we too go with or without a sin.
But everyone asks where did that cloud go?
And so do all of us here now on Mother Earth!
© Nick Houvras, 2023