Clouds

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Beautiful fluffy, wispy, puffs of dust and moisture floating across the blue sky. When you are above them, on a mountain or in a plane, they look like you could almost walk on them. Lying on the ground, you watch them float on by and see images in them; animals, castles, spires and more. When the sun rises over the Atlantic, they glow with a special kind of pinkish orange. When you watch the sun set in the Pacific, they turn a deep red.

I look at this planet in wonder sometimes. Some people think life is hard, that nature can be so cruel with floods and cold and storms and earthquakes and such, that you have to struggle to survive but it's really a very benign planet. It produces food, it's warmed by the sun, shaded by trees and those clouds, it offers shelter or the means by which to build it. I often wonder what it was like for primitive man. He was at the mercy of nature, it would seem. But nature wasn't all that unfriendly. He had plenty of food available; berries, seeds, nuts, small game and fish. But it was a hand to mouth existence, I am sure.

But looking up into the sky, the stars at night and the clouds during the day, he must have been filled with awe as he devised myths and legends to explain the beauty and terror that is nature.