Clouds

Cloudy spires of milky white,
Entrap me from all directions.
Effortlessly floating above the birds,
The possess such majesty,
I fall short of words.
Oh to be a cloud,
How wondrous it must be!
Completely free in all respects,
Even geometry cannot restrain you.
Let no reservations trouble your mind,
Fly only where the winds of change carry you!