The clouds in the sky,
some mighty, some shy,
Lay there like cozy patches,
what figures it matches?

Said to be a child game,
I am no child, but it stays the same.
Letting the thoughts wander around,
set free from solid every day ground.

Let fantasy and imagination the upper hand,
maybe leading you possibly to neverland.
Or to another fantasy realm of your choice,
just be led from your inner voice.

Some clouds are sheeplike,
some are figures, a stripe or a spike.
The bigger bulky ones catch my imagination,
the art of water has my appreciation.

This one looks like a zeppelin,
the carriage of a steampunk queen?
A small but fierce dragon at its back,
will a fireball cause a leck?

The sky might be a mirror into other realities,
with their own existence and fantasies.
Or it is just water molecules reflecting blue light,
turning red when the end of the day is right.

Your imagination belongs to you,
here it does not matter what is true.
The clouds belong to everyone,
and the time is short until they are gone.

Everyone is free to see whatever he wants,
dragons, just a cloud, exotic plants,
it shall bring you joy and relaxation,
some free space, some meditation.

Love yourself and take a look to the sky,
do not ask why!
It is for nothing else but for you,
everyone needs a break, is what is true.

Clouds can drag you out off routine,
your all day long functional stream.
Break out, change, and smile,
enjoy it, at least for a while!