Scattered formations of moisture
surf their way into the rain.
creating visions of cartoon faces
and textures that wish to remain.
The enemy of wind changes their shape
and alters the look of the sky.
But the clouds dance in those glorious breezes
and embrace the purest way to fly.
polysyllabic profundities 
Their ephemeralness is a large part of their charm.
I can’t seem to stop taking pictures of clouds!!
I could watch clouds all day….beautiful photo!
I just took a bunch of new pictures. They change so quickly.
Both the photo and the poem are so nice and soft and bouncy!
Thank you! š
I love when the sky looks like candyfloss.
I got so many great pictures today – the sky was amazing!!
It’s being really nice lately.
It’s been fantastic. I take back all of the nasty things I said about Mother Nature. (I hope she reads this!)
I think Mother Nature just looks at the pictures.
I hope she smiles as much as I do.