Poem: Under the Cotton Candy Clouds

by Fiona
 
Lying quietly on my back,
I gaze wonderingly at the sky,
And watch white cotton candy clouds
As they glide silently by.
 
That day’s beautiful blue bird sky,
Silky soft clouds I reach out to touch,
So much unlike the dark gray norm
With black stinging raindrops and such.
 
As much as I long for that day to last,
Life still goes on under a peaceful sky.
Wars are still fought, many are killed,
Mothers give birth, and people still cry.
 
So for one afternoon I’ll just sit and stare
At the cotton candy clouds that float in the air.