POV~its 10pm and you are lying on the roof watching the clouds wandering across the sky In the realm where the wind whispers gently, A pleasant breeze guides clouds so free. Watching them wander across the sky, Big blocks, like scattered dreams, they fly. Clouds, healers of the lonely heart, Embrace the sky, a hug, a part. I feel as though I could leap and embrace, Those fluffy forms, with joy and grace. Cute and fluffy, they paint the air, A priceless moment, beyond compare. In this hour of tranquility, intoxicatingly sweet, Clouds and I, in harmony, meet.