The sheets like an apparition
Untouched,
Flow,
Glide,
Upon the winds
Aloft from the ground,
White is balanced
To fly in the breeze,
But never to let go.
For when winds cease
Still will they be,
White sheets still as
Death,
Motionless,
Immobile,
Till that breathe of nature
Never seen, but felt,
Once again exhales
Life in to cotton sheets,
White as snow
Playing,
Swaying,
Dancing,  
Upon the winds once again.