IN THE CLOUDS

Whenever I see the sky

Every cloud is a spy,

Perhaps hidden behind a tree

Watching closely upon me

I would see a gnome or two

With a weird hairdo

I would see imaginary friends

Who keep up with the latest trends

I would see a unicorn with wings

And some very random things

I would see someone with a sword

Who, in all lands is adored

I try to build a story out of it

Or probably a play or skit

But when I blink, it’s a different cloud,

A different gnome and a different crowd