All the clouds
go floating by
as I sit and watch the sky.
Nimble, swift, quick free.
All the clouds go past me.
I do hope they do not gather
and make an army of Grey matter.
Which will cry thunderous roars.
I hope they stay though.
I do like watching the clouds go by
and on some days I dream, that I too can fly
then the clouds and  I will surely sore above the pearly gates
for us a cloud heaven will await.
Atlas until i sprout wing and start to fly,or an Angle makes off with my soul,
with those clouds I shall not go.
I do not mind,for I enjoy sitting with big sunglasses
on a lovely day and watch the clouds that pass my way