The clouds up in the sky today,
Were such a wonderful mixture;
Of many different shapes and forms,
They painted beautiful pictures.

In one I could see a mummy,
In a sarcophagus of snow;
Another looked like a field mouse,
Just running around to and fro.

I began to look all about,
To see just what else I could find;
It soon became a wondrous game,
Played out on a screen in my mind.

There is that rascally rabbit,
I just saw him off in the south;
Imagination running free,
Clouds can tell us stories, no doubt.

The clouds above Cannon mountain,
Looked just like the Old Man’s profile;
An obvious gift sent by God,
The best He’s given me in awhile.

A cloud that tells the whole story,
Of a man who was born to die;
A simple sign that tells the tale,
A puffy white cross in the sky.

Clouds are wonders of mother nature,
And understanding her isn’t hard;
She is just another creation,
Made by a passionate, loving God.

Take some time to look at the sky,
You never know what you might see;
God sometimes send strange messages,
Like this one He has sent to me.

My friends, all His wonders astound,
And right now, I give you this dare;
Don’t be afraid to look for them,
He has placed them everywhere.

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