Take clouds for example.
Clouds soak the color from the sky.
Clouds seduced us into inventing fractals.
Who hasn’t had the universal wish to float on a cloud
Without the fear of hurtling back to earth.
Countless daydreams have their origins in clouds.
Watch clouds long enough and they will morph into
everything.
The energy of their spiraling fingers
Will splinter homes and fling away the occasional bovine.
Some say clouds cry, sad and black.
Their moisture plinks and slams and splatters.
Forget their Latin names.
Just look up at them like children do.
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