Little Cloud

Little cloud up in the sky Up towards the heavens so high, As I see you there all alone Seemingly to me you are only known. I stare at you now in wonder Happily you are bringing no thunder, Are you there just resting As if you were a bird nesting. I wonder if I flew a kite Could it reach and touch your being so white, And as I stand on the earth below The wind, it not once did blow. This moment I do not want to forget Which I know would bring me regret, So, I grabbed my camera and took your picture Never do I want to forget this adventure. Now I know that now we both must leave As I now feel a gentle breeze, Cloud, cloud all alone So, unto you I wrote this poem. Randy L. McClave