Transformation

Clouds appear in the play of
  shadow and light
A sculpted form as the sun
  rises and reveals
What was hidden by the night
  the awe in watching
The transformation across
  the horizon
Both near and far in a hand
  invisible as it forms
Then changes once again
  moving in its beauty
Never ceasing to amaze
  you think you might
Reach out and join in its
  creation, flattening
Out the brush strokes or
  molding the clay
But you are so small and
  they are so far
You can only sit and watch
  the transformation