Set in all the majesty of royal castles.
White wonderment in profusion,
Shapes of animals, mountains, valleys, elders
With beards enough to engulf the world.
So elegant and never brought about
With artist’s touch. A cloud is drawn
Simply by wind, air and nature’s plan.
Why then such a bad rap, such ugly refrains:
Dark cloud, clouded vision, behind a cloud,
Clouds of doom, thunder cloud, to cloud.
We sing of the “unclouded day as if
The majesty hanging there for heaven’s
Bluest day could be some dreaded threat.
Look with my eyes at the sky today
And ask if those wafts and wisps
Could possibly bring harm and storm.
Then if not, come celebrate with me
The boundless joy of someday riding
Clouds over paths we only dare imagine.