Morning clouds came down to visit today.
They were a mix of white and gray.
And with all their quiet teaching,
and their soft, wet beseeching,
they waded deep in the streets to stay.
Resting their feet up under the ground
they sat so simply and looked around.
From everything they thought the saw,
from chasm yawns and stretching maws,
they laughed but never made a sound.
Far more dense than the thickest woods,
they hugged us deeply as best they could.
At once they enjoyed this happy refrain
and silent they had mouthed His name
they wanted to stay and they rather should.
Alas! The sun rose high and far above
and shone and baked the clouds with love.
Once had heard their lovers call
they waved to friends one and all
and flew softly away as doves.
And now they hang up in the sky
grinning, I'm sure, waving goodbye.
All because on this cool morn,
we played until the sun was born.
Now we both shall smile and sigh.
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