I looked up at a big blue expanse of sky

And spied white fluffy bunches of cotton sailing by

A wispy cirrus, grey stratus, puffy cumulus soufflé of clouds

Floating effortlessly, freely, unbridled by design conventions

Defying every expectation to look a certain way or fall into formations

Delightfully they conjure up a myriad of shapes – a dog, a shrub, a young girls face,

a dragon, a skull or a house – limited only by ones imagination.

Moving at their own speed, sometimes fast, and sometimes at snail pace

From cheerful crispy white versions of candy floss travelling hurriedly across a painted cobalt sky

To menacing dark smoky puffs of clouds pregnant with moisture to soothe landscapes dry

ready to deposit droplets of water on a parched earth, to quench flora and fauna and sustain all life

Pretty picture postcard perfect skies composed of all manner of clouds wispy, clunky, supremely powder puffy

Are’nt nature’s creations with beauty rife?