micropoem for the day: clouds

It’s an everyday thing, clouds. There are few days when there are none in the sky. When they are not there, we kinda miss them, now don’t we? Even now, I see images in those clouds that my imagination give me. Sometimes there are elephants and whales or giraffes and lions and tigers, oh my. Sometimes I imagine a Noah’s ark and sometimes cowboys chasing stampeding cattle. Whatever those clouds are, cotton candy or soft puffs, they are still wonderful.

clouds floating islands
smoke from a wizard’s pipe
dissolving into a rain storm

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