If I had never seen a cloud-filled sky
And watched as images evolved, to ply
Imagination, meaning 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,
For neither could you just presume to list
The myriads of images you spy,
Where best of phrase may only but assist.
So when you see white fluffy clouds on high,
Relax—let your imagination fly;
Be both an architect and humorist
As Noah’s Ark and images pass by;
Providing you a beneficial twist.
© Richard Williams