Behold The Clouds Poem by Juan Olivarez

Behold the clouds as they pass by,
As if they're putting on a play.
Changing costumes in the sky,
As they go their merry way.

Such great actors, what a show,
They are masters of disguise.
Always traveling on the go,
In turbulent or sunny skies.

The curtain rises, they must go on,
Another sold out show.
To golden twilight, from early dawn,
The company of clouds, that come and go.

8/21/11 Alton Texas