As children my sister and I would lay on our backs
in the soft grass that grew in our big pasture
Butterflies and bumble bees became our friends
as were the field mouse and the lady bug
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We spent hours laying there
looking at the fluffy clouds that traveled across the sky
Some were shaped like big bears eating honey
from odd shaped pots
Others were like dragons blowing white fire
from big nostrils
The white cotton candy of clouds were like
watching a magic show
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One minute a big ecru cloud was the shape
of a giant
The next minute it changed form and became
a ballet dancer
Those were happy days spent in childish activities
exploring the land and the wonder of the
clouds that were speeding from the west to the east
those days are gone
I still love to sit with her talking of those clouds
and the dreams that we had back then
Now the clouds in our skies are different
Some are dark with uncertain storms before and behind us
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There is one thing we both know
No matter how dark the clouds gets
the sun is always shining on its other side
and the Father's Son holds them all in His hand