Oh dear me.  My head is in the clouds again.

They are not dark clouds… it does not look like rain.

The sky is a magnificent mixture of shades of blue

With clouds strewn all across it; what a beautiful view.

They have taken on such abstract designs

One cannot help but watch them flow where they may forming their own lines.

They can be the embodiment of anything your imagination wants them to be.

But most of all they are the personification of shapes flowing free.

The sun from where I see them shines from just behind a tree as the clouds flow by.

They change shapes and some seem to fly low while others are higher in the sky.

Oh what beauty in these wingless birds of air and moisture high in the blue.

What joy one can have if he simply takes time to pursue.

Pursue what?  You may ask.  My answer is, pursue the quest for their glory.

For each cloud makes up a part of the panorama and each has its story.

Stop what you are doing and ease your troubled mind.

Let your head relish in the clouds and see what you find.

They are a part of God’s glory… works of his hand.

They are so beautiful to watch as we look up from the land.