Clouds by Chris Lee

 Clouds trickle by, way up in the sky,

They make me ponder, what I've done and why,

Ever changing, ever moving,

and strangely so soothing,

They flutter about, here and there,

Come rain or shine, they never seem to care,

They cover my world with relative ease,

Riding on the back of a casual breeze,

A cloud can be whatever it may choose,

Then drift away, on a relaxing cruise,

Looks so peaceful, gliding on the wind,

No thoughts, no illusions or actions have sinned,

Wouldn't mind trying it out someday,

Could be free to go any which way.