I was on my way home from work one day
Smiling and waving at passersby
All of a sudden I looked up above
And became quite transfixed by the sky
The scene on high was a treat to behold
Fluffy candyfloss clouds caught my eye
Instinctively I knew just what this meant
The Cloud Weaver is dancing on high
With charming grace she can kick up a storm
You’re unlikely to find her when you try
Her movements proceed the beating of rain
You won’t hear her dance because she’s shy
She pirouettes, she leaps up and she twirls
Far and away her little feet fly
She silently dances up there and yet
Leaves dreamy white scenes for you and I
Next time you go out, look up at the sky
Search for the Cloud Weaver dancing on high
Caramel 
Enchanting poem. “Leaves whispy white scenes for you and I”. Who hasn’t looked up at the clouds and imagined all kinds of shapes and let our imagination take flight.
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That’s exactly why I wrote this poem. I was walking home from work and there was an elephant shaped cloud. It made me smile so much! I felt as if someone up there was having great fun making shapes for us to spot.
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Reblogged this on Caramel (Learner at love) and commented:
I posted this poem this morning…and now it seems to have vanished from WP Reader.
I think some of you saw it…I know Len did!
Here is my vanishing post “The Cloud Weaver”
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