Perfect day

I look high to the clouds
And I am peaceful now;
To see them float high in the sky
Makes my spirit want to cry.

Not for the silly sake of sadness
But ?cause my mood is one of gladness;
For ?tis always worth the trouble made
To witness wonder forth displayed.

The sunlight is reflected
Through a white and fluffy spectre;
With shadows grey it marks the earth
Wispy air it does disturb.

In contrast to age?s thinning hair
I?m glad to say the sky?s not bare;
Instead it boasts neat formations
Which race forth over every nation.

I pity those whose gaze is down
For they miss the beauty all around;
They see not nature?s artwork
Instead living in darkness.

How glad am I- with eyes not dead!-
Can see the glory ?bove my head;
How greeted by earth?s silent roar
I can stop and watch in muted awe.

Hurrah!- say I, to the clouds up high
For they bring much cheer to the sky;
May they always grace the air up there
Pointing out the folly of our cares!

Timothy James