During an early morning drive my eyes

Found their way to search the skies.

What they saw was no real surprise,

For there was nothing strange or otherwise.

The clouds are preparing for summers heat.

They have moved higher in the sky, making their retreat.

They are not fluffy white like cotton candy of any sort.

The fact is; they take on no form but simply abort.

They are scattered across the morning sky.

Far, far above the birds who fly.

The sun burns down upon trees below

Where birds land and rest before they go.

They seem to search for the clouds as they fly at latitude.

They never think to look at the higher altitude.

As the day wears on the heat from the sun

Diminishes the clouds and for now they are done.

I will wait for the evening when the sun moves to the west.

The evening clouds will return now with zest.

They may even bring a thunder shower or two.

That means water for the plants, the birds as well as you and me, too!