Today In a world of a lack of appreciation and creativity. Most people look at the clouds and see nothing more than a cloud of pollution in the air
And others see it to be nothing more
Then maybe a chance of rain on the forecast.
But for me,
the clouds softly help me remember the echo of my core self, my inner child
An Omnipresent memory.
I remember when I was a young boy,
The clouds were an amazing way for me and my siblings
To spend some quality time together.
We would simply lay on our backs on a blanket of grass
And allowed nature to paint us a picture of whatever She desires.
And as far our imagination would take us
While the wind whispered it’s poetry in our ears.
And in  just a blink of an eye
While talking, and laughter takes over
smiling brighter than the sun
Dreaming bigger than the moon
We would find ourselves joy riding on butterflies  
While journeying forth through the entire universe
And back !
Curiosity & Imagination propel creativity and creativity inspires innovation & ideas. Don’t lose your inner child.