Gigantic Clouds Poem by Vincent Igwilo

I feel the breeze as i gaze on thee
A prefect fit for wonderful picture of nature
Even though i feel stupid not from my point of reflection but through's men's suggestion
I know am not hallucinating for the sights of birds in flight tells me so

Thy beam of whitish light that seem to be celestial as the evening clouds meet up with the morning dew
Shades of stone blue or sky blue you present still an emotion awaits exploration
Moving with gigantic strides as never to appear again
Seems to me, you travel towards a course to fulfill

At your sight a troubled mind receives freedom
And the old man sits outside for he knows too soon a part of each other you will become
Take not your feelings with you else the flock of birds which please my sight may retire

I hope the rumbling of the thunder and lightening disturb you not as you prepare to shed your skin
And if not for anything, i thank thee for keeping clean my rooftop