How I chase the clouds with my eyes,
As they dance and float across the sky,
Their fluffy forms make me feel so alive,
As I watch them with a joyful sigh.
From shades of white to hues of pink and gold,
They paint the heavens with a stunning view,
I feel my heart and soul begin to unfold,
As I chase each one, my spirit renewed.
With every step, I feel a sense of peace,
As if the clouds are guiding me along,
Their beauty and grace, a constant release,
From all the worries that in my mind throng.
How I wish to capture one and keep,
But alas, they are meant to roam and weep.
For they are but a fleeting work of art,
A reminder to let go and just be,
To follow the clouds and open your heart,
And let their magic set your spirit free.
So I will continue to chase and gaze,
The beauty of the daughters of God,
It's exceedingly great and awe,
At these clouds, with my eyes I'll embrace.
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