A Face In The Clouds Poem by Owen Cullimore

As I stand and watch the clouds roll by
Like floating Cotton Wool in a different shape
It looks just like faces floating in the Sky
Like their trying to escape
One looks just like a Teddy Bear
With arms and legs it goes sailing by
Or like a dog or cats that's running away
As it's floating across the sky
Clouds come in all shapes and sizes
Moving slowly or quickly in the breeze
As I stare upwards at this magical sight
I think I can hear a sparrow sneeze
They are flying through the low drifting clouds
With such elegant and ease
While the Clouds continue rolling by
In their different shapes and sizes
They change their shape continually
As if wearing different disguises
As the Sun shines through this silky mass
And there is a warm glow throughout the land
This scene has such a magical moment
Like a magical snow puff ball band
One imagines an orchestra playing in the sky
Hidden away from view
I stand in awe of this wondrous sight
Of these white puff balls in a queue
As they continue floating across the sky
In their different shapes and size
My imagination runs to a different world
That never fails to bring surprises.
This magical world that we call home
There is so much we do not comprehend
But the sky above shows all of us
That all clouds are our best friend