Clouds have a fascination,
While…on your back…you lie;
Over there…in the meadow,
Beneath an azure sky.

Young minds are filled with wonder,
And, I’ve spent many a summer day;
Such a grand retreat…they offer,
Just as this…whiling the time away.

Take a look at their formations,
While dormant…as they appear;
For…soon the wind shall blow,
And, what they were…shall disappear.

But, for the time…we can enjoy,
What our imaginations can see;
Those FLUFFY WHITE CLOUDS…shall become,
All that we want them to be.

Over there…I see a house,
With a garden and a picket fence;
Children playing in the yard,
Beyond…a wooded area that’s dense.

Now the wind blows…some clouds move on,
The scene…no longer the same;
Oh, I like it…what I see,
‘Tis grand…a brand-new game.

Now, there’s a puppy…running,
And, children laugh…with glee;
They chase after the puppy…they’re all running,
Across the meadow…so much fun…so free.

The wind shifts and they are gone,
But, soon replaced…you see;
For…over yonder there appears,
A friendly giant…and he’s walking right towards me.

Such an imagination…that I have,
But, it’s all good…you see;
For it has carried me far away,
And, I’ve taken others along with me.

So, my friend…just come along,
Live-out your fantasy;
For that is what dreams are made of,
Come along…with me!

FLUFFY WHITE CLOUDS…what would we do without them?
For they give our ‘spirit’ such a lift;
How can we be anything but happy,
As…across the sky…they drift!

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October 22, 2003

Aimee Love
(LHG)