The clouds move in such a pace,
It makes my mind dirft.
I start to think back to when I was little
Laying on my back and picking out the animals.
It takes me back to time when things were so easy,
So peaceful.
There were so many things going on,
But it never touched my tiny soul.
It was as if I had a Gaurdian angel standing behind me,
To ward off any bad that was to come my way.
These clouds that have paced over millions of eyes,
have seen the worst and best,
of what our lives are.
In some little way they have touched another soul,
and brought them back to a time where things were just so much easier,
They bring you back to your first kiss,
to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach,
to the exact moment their lips touched yours.
Such great things these clouds have experianced,
But yet such horrible things as well.
They have seen the pain of loved ones cryin out for help,
They have cried their tears of rain, for they can not help.
The clouds have seen what we cant, and felt what we do.
~Colleen W~
