Oh! How Silvery Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Oh! How silvery the clouds hail
As heaven ships gloried to sail.
Clear of storm berserk that does rail.
Once as water upwards they scale
To the sky bluish broad they veil.

Oh! How silvery the clouds stay
Blossoming, as with zest they may,
With gleam to twine in their pride gay,
Like so in Halleluiah's day
When hues of happiness they spray.

Oh! How silvery the clouds skate
In the sky which they animate
To soundness that sure does inflate
To the pleasure of goodness great
As tenderness to emanate.

Oh! How silvery the clouds taint
Not the sky, but get it acquaint
The whiteness of nature that does paint
The splendid dwelling of a saint,
Whose conduct worthy fails to faint.

Oh! How silvery the clouds taste,
Sweet to my optics to be placed
With esteem at their features chaste.
The clouds in whole look as one laced.
Contours sublime my optics traced.

Oh! How silvery the clouds gave
For a viewing of the sun's trave
Piercing through them like every wave
Of the sea washing the beach to cave
On its sand, its shape it did grave.

Oh! How silvery the clouds raise
Their charm full of wonders to blaze
With joy that truly does amaze
My optics to ascend with praise
Of beauty that forms in each phase.

Oh! How silvery the clouds make
As the crown for the mount to take,
With the snow all round as its cake.
Resting at its foot is the lake,
Where cleaning its quills is the drake.

Oh! How silvery the clouds played
A role relaxing as a shade,
Alongside the sun's beam that rayed
On some parts of the fields, the glade,
The woods and the hill with light sprayed.

Oh! How silvery the clouds claim
The inwardness of beauty's name
To set them up alight to flame.
If time lets that they stay the same
In whiteness where innocence came.

Oh! How silvery the clouds gauge
Their bodies upwardly they stage
In emanation they engage.
Vaporisation did manage
Water to air in rite's passage.

Oh! How silvery the clouds drape
In the sky their base that does gape.
From rivers, seas, they did escape
To freedom vivid as the cape
Pleased to face river that does crape.

Oh! How silvery the clouds pace
At motion replete with grace.
Light beam from the sun's lustrous face,
Touches the clouds thus it does brace
Them to imbue perchance the case.

Oh! How silvery the clouds gain
In rank next the sun which does reign
Supreme on an unworldly plane
That speaks of eternity that is main
By One who to it all, the Brain.