OH, TO BE BUT A CLOUD
A beautiful, crisp March morning,
Clear skies from home to my turn at K-1,
Rounding the sandhills as spring birds sing,
Finding a cloud hiding from the sun.
Such a crisp white whispering cloud,
Stuck as it seems on this dam man made,
With no wind to break free it's wet shroud,
Just a slight breeze to come to it's aide.
What a wonderful day and drive to work,
To witness the playful hide and seek,
Of a cloud that covers then reveals what lurks,
With a moment and a surprise little peek.
Oh, to be a cloud playing with the day,
To just flit and settle and take my time to dance,
But, alas, I must go on my way,
With just a picture to remind me of the chance.
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