The beauty of clouds, as they go slipping by.
Appearing as great puffs, built high, fluffy.
Making shapes and wonder back to the days,
Of lying still and watching, why do we not?
Slow, come wonder, child-like in it's loss of worry.
Come and sit, soak in the stopping silence,
Come and leave it all to step into the beauty.
Appearing as great puffs, built high, fluffy.
Making shapes and wonder back to the days,
Of lying still and watching, why do we not?
Slow, come wonder, child-like in it's loss of worry.
Come and sit, soak in the stopping silence,
Come and leave it all to step into the beauty.
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