Towards the unsuspecting
Unafraid of openness
Nothing stops the charge
Tracking their movement
Anticipation stirs, a calm elation
Visible on the child’s face
No fear in the eyes of one so young
Imagination has no limits
Excitement tingles through tiny limbs
Shapeshifters float into view
Above the grassy blanket
Each different, hovering overhead
Friend, foe, pleasing, and menacing
These shapeshifters gather
Arriving as one, leaving together
Travelling in the wind
A game of guessing, identifying
Images in clouds, their transition
Leaving their story to be told
By those who see the shapes
The child within
Have you ever sprawled on your back on the grass to watch the clouds float overhead?
Have you ever been driving down the road when a fluffy shape catches your eye in the sky?
Have you ever been relaxing on the deck and had the privilege to see distinct shapes appear in the sky?