Whispers

Clouds of yellow

grey and blue.

Wissfully smiling

down at you "n"me.

Whispering " Hello"

as they float by.

Senses of freedom

up very high.

Crimsoned edges

a treat for sure.

Gently, winds

carry them past.

Please " SIR" may

this always last.

A pretty sight

you must agree.

Moving gently

back and fro.

On their daily

journey go.

Onward, outward

places far.

Of this I do

not know.

Over land and sea

so great.

Only those they

really know.

Oh "Dear Lord"

though did create.

Masterpieces oh

so great !!