Least Read Poems About Clouds

Let fields and rivers bring me gentle peace,
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.

I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.

O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...

brave
moon
on
the rise,
slipping
higher
in your
flight,

i watch
while
you play,
peeking from
behind
the clouds,
now full
and bright,

you see
over the
harbors,
streets
and fields,

sending
your
radiant
gleams,
while
everyone
sleeps,
dreams
until...

the cloud's
breath
creeping
again on
the high
peaks,
softly
murmuring
pale days,
from
high up
glances,
quiet
and sad
ageless
stone,
they hold
their secrets
under ice.