A Story In The Clouds

As I sat on my porch each and every day.

I look up to the clouds where a simple story is told.

I stare at the sky to see a story pass my way.

A cloud shaped like a cowboy hat and the shape of a barrel of hay,

Rolled across wide and bold.

The story is sat for this day.

Fluffy cloud with rabbit feet

seems like the month of May.

I love watching them as they move a million stories untold.

Often seen in a soundless way.

There is always a story up there and you hope that it will stay.

The sky is gloomy when it's cold.

This scene is busy throughout the day.

At night the clouds are low tone,

they are all lead astray.

But even though the brightness is on hold,

The beauty in the story stays that way.

So the next time you sit on your porch and watch the clouds as they play.

The story you see is never old.

There is always a different story

on that day.

But sometimes they float in a different way.