There are so many shapes,
amongst the clouds that do pass on by,
so many moods that take us,
and envelope our hearts and our minds.
So many as can be glimpsed at,
and peered at, and formed into things that we recognize.
So many shapes amongst the clouds,
that my mind wanders so loftily, as they fly on by.
Yes, so many shapes amongst the clouds,
that beguile the eyes,
so many shapes amongst the clouds,
that take me around the world,
for their parts, they are part of me,
and I am part of them,
no matter whether we part company,
yes, so many shapes amongst the clouds that do pass on by,
so many shapes that I follow,
in my vision and in my heart,
and how gloriously I am lifted up,
by such lightness of mood,
that when they greet me,
I rise in spirit,
and at the touch of them in my sight,
oh, such a glorious thing, of many shades they are,
clouds, that nature does espouse,
upon the breeze of ever-shifting time.