Clouds

Soft, cottony, floating in the air,

changing colors, whenever I stare,

signalling changes in the weather,

in sunny rays, and falling raindrops. 

Like an umbrella, they protect all,

from harsh heat, which may fall,

in the summer's harsh brightness, 

and quenching thirst, of parched earth. 

Yet, for me, it's a dreamy show,

watch them drifting, standing below,

superimposing images in the canvas,

inspiring me, unfurling imagination. 

There were days, my thoughts stray,

wishing to capture, store them away,

like a marshmallow, I want to squish, 

holding them tight, to feel the fluff. 

Yet, I know, they are delicate & fragile,

like an enveloping fog, barely visible,

just some wetness, that touches skin,

being droplets, from condensed vapors. 

Still, let me keep these moments alive,

these curiosities of an innocent mind,

seeking magic, in the clear sky...

Watching these amazing clouds!