What did the clouds say today?
They did not say, they sang.
The sound so beautiful it caused a delay,
in my mind I had to stop, look, and then pray.

The air cool, the sun so bright.
I sit on this bench watching you dance.
What you sing is tonic for my heart.
The way you move, morph and also your stance, right now, I do not know where to start.

What a journey your words flutter.
I catch them mid air as you sputter and sputter.
What would happen if I sat here for a year?
Would I have enough material to erase the fear?

You sing to me exactly what I need to hear.
It’s like magic, the growing swells, it is more than just fluff.
I’ll never say I have had enough.
Medicine you are to me and my company.

You love my song too I know you do.
I sing back and you answer and it drives me up the wazoo!
You and I were made to do nothing but play.
You held onto a secret but felt safe with me to say.

Oh sweet clouds of mine, sing to me more so like crystals, together we sparkle.
Boastful in your tone today, full, loud, clear and hopeful.
If sitting here for a year is what you ask, in order to tell me what you need to say,
I will comply and listen and dance each day, and each night, further and further away.