The clouds,
Elegantly do they stride
In their heavenly chambers
In the sky.
Tis' unjust,
That I should be chained here
Forced to bear witness to such majesty.
If my own thoughts and wishes were met,
I would glide out of this world
On a silky nimbus
To escape this silly, flitty society.
Kevin Maroney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cloudy-morning/
