I never heard of champignons flotant -
floating mushrooms -
clouds
but there they are.
Round, pristine and white
all cupped in different sizes
floating slowly along as if by magic
towards a never ending blue horizon.
The sun appears to guide them
like a shepherd with his flock
It's beautiful.
It's peaceful.
It's majestic.
Where do they come from
these floating mushrooms?
I'd like to know.
More appear as if from nowhere,
and join the procession.
Others, seem to fade, only then to disappear.
But where?
Our world is unique.
They are unique.
Both are one and the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem inspired by Cloud.Beautiful Mashrooms, rich imagination.