The sun is shining.
The sky is blue.
Clouds
Like grand designs
And great ideas
Drift lazily
Across the sky.
Funny! Strange!
So completely normal!
What a story
They might tell
If only
We could read
Them!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clouds draw strange designs in the blue sky! Before we can trace their outlines, the designs are erased and new ones come! We humans do not know what all they try to communicate through these pictorial symbols! Simple but cute poem!