Skywatchers
Promise, we will never grow old
of watching the clouds,
their cumulous slow-drift.
Hold my hand, can you still imagine?
What is it ? Point upwards
to the blue sky so I might see it too.
Writer & Teacher
Skywatchers
Promise, we will never grow old
of watching the clouds,
their cumulous slow-drift.
Hold my hand, can you still imagine?
What is it ? Point upwards
to the blue sky so I might see it too.