If I had never seen a cloud-filled sky,
To watch as images evolved, to ply
Imagination’s realms; if I had missed
These reveries so pleasing to the eye
How could I know that they in fact exist?
Once seen in Nature, no one could deny—
Compared to sight—words hardly satisfy.
And neither could you just presume to list
The myriads of images you spy.
The best of phrase may only but assist.
So when you see white fluffy clouds on high,
Relax, let your imagination fly;
You’ll find a warmth not easy to resist,
As shapes and figures gently parade by,
Recruiting yet a new romanticist.
© Richard Williams