The Happiness of clouds

 
displacing feelings altering themselves according to mood
happiness despite every dark factor
loving hope, talking to joy
meditate on blue the clouds scatter
then assemble according to our thoughts
with childlike faith and in wonderment
dreams are on my mind
reading I am transported there

wondering where it all began
being fair is subjective
there are gray areas
we can only decide according to what we've seen
and have experienced
and that is a different vision for all of us

serious on my observations
and if I conjure it's with good intent
caressing the sky I asked them
to take my message to the heavens
I await the answer I might get I might not

centering myself on the secret of clouds
but they are not for me to understand
still the way they scatter and gather seems they listen
the trees pass on the knowledge of my heart
to Methuselah the oldest tree in California
guaranteed that tree could tell you a thing or two