Hand in hand, together we gaze at the sky.

In it, seeing things such as rabbits, and horses, and even familiar faces.

We watch them as they slowly morph.

Changing forms to birds, sailboats, and other marvelous creations of white.

Then we watch as those shapes slowly poof out of sight.

Not disappearing, no, these white forms travel the world.

Such beauty, seeing the most beautiful things.

Yet, they’re in no hurry, nor in any rush,

They slowly absorb all that the world has to show for.

These beautiful white beings seemingly content, of time they need no more.

Hand in hand, together we could travel the world,

And move at the pace of the clouds.