Systematically moving changing,
Every constantly rearranging,
Moving through voids of space,
Gathering, grace picking up pace.
Behold from nowhere they’ll form,
Some light some heavy with storms,
Like marsh mellow pillows they float,
Over head they hover and gloat.
Reforming distorting visions in sky’s,
Like life they are living then fad and die,
An chant existing in time and space,
Glaring down at our human race.
Cotton for angles to lay down their heads,
Dark clouds for god to show anger instead,
Wondrous pictures we make in our eyes,
Look up into heaven there is no disguise.
