The Cloud Maker

High above, I find there,

the proud, cotton-like clouds covering the sky,

I come to think of their Moulder,

and express a joyful sigh,

with amazing shades of color,

often yellow, white and blue,

no matter what their hue,

I find them peaceful and true, wherefore,

desiring their Maker,

to worship and adore.

When darkness sojourns the night,

either without or the moon shines,

the clouds display their curves and lines,

seemingly, thick and heavy,

yet so vast, white and fluffy.

Ponderous in the morning,

they move gently to unveil the sun's lighting,

thus, makes me real happy,

for in them, I see faith, hope and glory.

Indeed, clouds are the wonderful touch of the Master,

revealed in all heavens and the earth forever!