They wander with the breeze
For company
Gracefully billowing
Floating
Become heavily pregnant
Brooding in their depths
They cry and kiss the Earth
In beautiful abundance
Sometimes angry they
Flash their anger shouting
Loudly with thunderous voices
A wind whipped tempest
On heavenly clear blue days
They sit lost in their own thoughts
Silently thinking
Lonely
Or transparent in brilliant reflections
Of moonlight in a night sky
As they pass gently by
They are like wisps of cotton wool
I try and touch them
But I can’t
Lonely souls seeking company do all kinds of things as you say in open Nature indeed! What else they can do? nicely composed poem!
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The clouds are beautifully described in all their varying moods and at changing times! Become heavily pregnant Brooding in their depths They cry and kiss the Earth In beautiful abundance..................... Lovely description!