Laid on the grass

The sun is bright

The wind is cool

On the clouds

Is where shapes take form

If you deeply look into

The blobs of visible air

Maybe its a man with curly hair

The curls mostly covering his face

Maybe its not curly hair at all

Could be a bush

With those curves

If I stare hard enough

There could be more

Or maybe everything goes back to nature

One way or another

Just as the clouds move into different shapes

The bushes too transform

Under the caretaker’s scissors