White Freedom

Clouds sway and move with the wind, bending at its will
Moving gracefully with the flow of time
Slow and steady
But on a dime they change with a strange fierceness
Darkening quickly with intensity
Mystic and mighty
Then back to calm, free flowing puffs of heaven
Sliding over the horizon with ease
Emancipated and easy
The clouds whisper and sing softly to the nature below
Relaying the sweet sounds of the heavens
Gracious and gentle
They are beauty personified, their full essence
Deep within, I have a feeling of great envy for their
White freedom