Clouds Poem by Natalie Sapphire

While lying on the grass waiting for the clouds to pass over the Sun, I stare at the delicate curls and wisps of the clouds.
Their marvelous light and dark shades of white.
Something formidable but often not glanced upon. Their protection from harm forms beautiful memories on them.
Sometimes
I wonder how the clouds feel.
What
would they say
if I asked them?
Pilots and astronauts
have
the best jobs.
They get to
know
all
their secrets.