The Golden Marshmallows Of The Sky Poem by Raymond Klutse

White like kapok
Soft like cotton candy
Locked up in the air with an invisible padlock
They really speak, the clouds really speak

The don't speak words but images
Swirling in the wind, changing their shapes
The light ones give their heads a Rapunzel look
But it doesn't last for long for the wind is still an annoying tool

The voice so loud, we just can't hear
So to give sound images is what they prefer
But still man doesn't give them attention
He just waits in his farm to watch their weeping

The lovely morning displays the beautiful horizon
But this time all we see is the suns reflection
Falling on the clouds that stand in the way of its light
Their just like the marshmallows I want to grab and bite