It seems to me
that I can see
fingers in the sky.
Cloudy fingers,
each one lingers,
as I’m passing by.

It seems to me
that I can see
fingers in the sky.
Cloudy fingers,
each one lingers,
as I’m passing by.

CLOUDS
Have you ever lain on your back, watching skies above
When clouds are making quite a show, a ship, a tree, a dove?
A constant changing scene to keep you quite enthralled,
Simple easy pleasure that has no cost at all.
You sometimes see a fairy, an ogre or a frog,
You let imagination go and even see a hog.
When your mind comes back to earth and all around seems bland,
You can enjoy the memory of, a cloudy fairyland.