I’m not sure what the weather is like where you live, but today in central Pennsylvania, it is 75 with a breeze that sings it’s spring time. To celebrate this beautiful spring day I have decided to post a poem about one of my favorite lazy spring time activities, cloud watching.

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Cloud Watching

I don’t understand why people prefer cloudless blue skies.

I prefer the white balls of hope and imagination floating over me.

To look up and see a fluffy white frog in mid-jump from one milky Lilly pad to the next.

I mean, no one lies in the grass and watches a blue sky. They watch the nest of water droplets filled with such light and wonder that they actually fly.

It’s beautiful magic.

A cloudless sky is only an unused canvas waiting to be filled with something worthwhile.

Clouds are a living, floating work of art, free to all who takes the time to notice them.

It’s beauty hanging in the art gallery our atmosphere.

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