A clear picture is one we dream about. But clarity may not be easy to find.

 

We try to make sense of the world outside, as the . . .

 

 

Clouds Drift By

 

Clouds drift by.

Morning draws nigh,

Blinking an eye.

 

Clouds drift by.

Birds do fly.

Children wonder why.

 

Clouds drift by.

Streets remain dry.

Mountains soar high.

 

Clouds drift by.

Many do sigh,

Saying, “Oh my!”

 

Clouds drift by.

Some do cry.

Others waive bye.

 

 

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