As I watch the clouds pass by
They slowly form and image.
An image of what?
An image of a dog!
I watch as the image dissipates.
Alas! There is yet antoher image.
Though faint, I can tell, a shoe.
The clouds, yet again, dissipate.
Then at that very moment
Something else takes flight.
Quite literally, for it is a bird.
The wind blows the trees ever so slightly.
I watch a leaf as it falls slowly,
Yet drunkily, to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem