My Windmill In The Clouds Poem by Marilyn Lott

I love to see my windmill
Up in the blue, blue sky
Nothing can compare to it
My thoughts don't even try.

The beauty is astounding
Sometimes the sky is dark
As rain clouds are forming
So utterly pure and stark.

The wind is his friend perhaps
At least it seems so to me
They work so well together
You should come here and see.

So if you go by and up in the sky
You see beauty wrapped in a shroud
Stop and enjoy the beauty of
My windmill up in the clouds!