Part Of Another Universe Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds scattered about the sky, little puffs of white, fluffy
and mischievous, playing tag, running to the sound of the wind,
air currents taking them across nations, countries over the world.

Having the freedom and liberty to be what they need to be, alone,
so high in the sky, part of another universe that doesn't allow
us any part of it except when we're flying in a plane or jet.

Going somewhere ourselves, looking out the windows as earth pass-
es below us, people and cars looking like tiny ants, landing back
on the ground, looking up, wishing we were once again flying above.

There is where our lives are filled with our spirits, able to fly
away from earth's gravity and soar with the angels, bringing joy
and happiness to our souls instinctively.