Clouds vary in size, shapes and temperament created by visiting gusts of air. You are many things to me.
A remedy for writer’s block.
You could take me gently on gossamer wings to heaven to see my mother and father.
You divide this world from the next.
Softest pillow to lay head.
Fence for sleepy sheep.
When you weep all gets wet.
Play hide and seek with the sun.
Soft landing place for tired birds.
Do you know if pots of gold are at the ends of rainbows?