Popular Poems About Clouds

Sun glossed white puffed sky.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.

i rushed out
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.

the bird saw the freedom in the sky,
the sky saw need of the bird.
     the sun told me stories,

the bird lifted its head,
     seeing the freedom of the sky.

     i watched the scene,
          it almost became too much.
feathers like birds ran through the air.

     the bird saw the freedom of the sky,
different color of feathers flew.

          the sun watched it all.
          he waited patiently
     the bird drank from the air.
the day applauded the spectacle
     and nature smiled...

no breathing
wind,
in truth
my night
black,
a thing
to hide,
confusing hands,
the weeping
rain spying
without echos,
then again
in
my mind,
time pounded
outside,
doing their
slow living,
slim down
and erased.