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Clouds have a beauty when viewed from the earth,


that have inspired men of ages to ponder.


Where have they been?  Where will they go?  Their job is to simply wander.


Puffy white cotton balls or dark bearers of thunder,


Thin sheets of icing on a world full of splendor.


They waft over mountains and cap them with snow,


admired or feared wherever they go.


Appearing one day out of nothing but vapor,


departing the next leaving water to savor.


Whimsical, wonderful, footloose and free,


clouds are the subject of much fantasy.


As I repose in my seat on a wing and a prayer,


I thank God’s grace for putting me there.


To watch clouds from above is better you see,


than to view them from earth where they might rain on me.

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