Among'st a non-judging expanse,
Creative clouds dance.
Through fields one might prance,
Find a tree and sit
Or take a different stance.
See it fully or just give a glance~
The clouds, they form in multiplicities,
Reflecting simplicity;
Expanding creative form explicitly.
What'll it be?
How'll it grow?
Beautiful sky of freedom's form,
Modify your figure and break the norm.
Show me what never dies and is forever born~!
And reveal to us in time what is on the inside,
Usually hidden when worn.
I saw this in the clouds today, when I was bored..
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