PAINTED CLOUDS

IF I COULD PAINT
I’D PAINT THE CLOUDS
THAT SHOUT AT ME
SO CLEAR AND LOUD
THAT TALK OF HILLS
SOME GREEN, SOME BARE
AND MAKE ME WISH
THAT I WAS THERE
THAT TALK OF SEAS
SO BLUE AND BRIGHT
AND ALL THE BIRDS
IN SEASONED FLIGHT
THAT TALK OF STARS
THAT LIGHT THE SKY
AS IN THE NIGHT
THEY ALL PASS BY
THAT TALK OF SANDS
THAT SWIRL AND TURN
TO BLEACH THE LAND
LIKE BARREN PEARLS
THAT TALK OF THUNDER
WITH CRASHING MIGHT
WHILE KISSING EARTH
WITH LIGHTENING BRIGHT
THAT TALK OF RAIN
TO QUENCH THE LAND
AND SPREAD IT ROUND
LIKE GODS SWEET HAND
THAT TALK OF NATURE
WITH THRILLS AND CARE
AND MAKE ME WISH
THAT I COULD SHARE
THESE CLOUDS THAT
I CAN’T PAINT
PTTODD AUG2007