Amy Michelle Mosier
I'M Envious Of The Clouds - Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier
I'm envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun -
Changing into colorful shrouds -
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend -
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Travel without a passport.
They slip away on a whim
For a day's length or more
And return a denizen.
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