I’m envious of the clouds

Amy Michelle Mosier

I’m envious of the clouds

That float happily in the sun –

Changing into colorful shrouds –

Lumping from many into one.

 

Their most compatible friend –

The wind, admits

They beautify the high heaven –

As nebulosity permits –

 

Travel without a passport –

Slipping away on a whim

For a day’s length or more –

Then return a denizen.

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