A Walk on the Cloud
All the while I'm sitting here and watching from the ground the sky explodes with different color. I love to watch the clouds because they are always different..... I Love the whispers of the winds in my ears, Love the moon that hides behind the clouds, Love the stars shining in the sky. I love to watch the clouds, peacefully drifting by silently upon the breeze that touch me every day. They ease across the clear blue sky. I wonder how they build and roll and tumble Just like angels.. That floats on high o'er vales and hills.
When I was a child in my home, which was surrounded by rolling grassy fields& small hills, I used to love walking through the damp grass over the hills in the mist and sense rather than see the cattle grazing. And when it had rained quite hard I could hear the stream below rushing over the rocks. When the sky is gray, sober, and lonely, be the one and only to look at the clouds and wonder how to connect them over and under. Just look at how they blow across the brilliant skies.
When watching the clouds float across the sky, where skies are bright, I feel Everything changes when the clouds float . It gives me peace, leave behind all the darkness, makes me free from heartache and pain, It gives me comfort, and dries my tears. So clouds mean many things for me, so I just to enjoy their best colours, shapes and the feeling of the cool mist on my face.
While watching the clouds I remember Rabindranath Tagore's Quote;
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”