Gentle giants rolling through the sky
They pull at my desires
Make me want to shoot up in the air and fly so high

Tiny droplets of water creating such a beautiful sight Reflecting luminescence off the sun And scattering into a magnificent white

Fantastic shapes are strolling by
I see rabbits and princesses
Occurring way up high

Oh what I would give to be a cloud
To be lovely and puffy
To be oh so proud

Parading my beauty each and every day
Omitting wonder and awe
All along the way.

© Victoria Bell. 2009