Watching the Clouds

Lying on my back I look up at the clouds
Framed through the branches of trees
Some of them fly like yachts in full sail
Whilst others just drift on the breeze.

Some fill the sky with grey cotton wool
Others, like smoke swirl and tumble
Some tinged with gold look like treasure trove
Whilst dark ones make an ominous rumble.

But the clouds I like best are those that change shape
and make castles that seem to fly
or pile up like ice cream and candyfloss
and make fluffy feather beds in the sky.

When above me stretches an azure dome
And I’ve nothing to do except stare
I lie on my back, quiet with delight
And watch floating displays in the air.

A fish, a shark, an undersea world
A tree with blossomy branches
A porridge pot, steamy and hot
They looks different whatever your stance is.

See! A dragon entwined with a butterfly
A steamship on a rough sea
Enormous mountains covered in snow …
I wonder what wonders you’ll see?