I see the clouds on the support in black and white. Its different shapes in dramatic tones stimulate the imagination.
Can dramatic clouds stimulate the poet's writing?
The curly white cloud loves the sky;
It stays up there—so high, so high,
Until the earth sends up a call,
"I'm thirsty, cloud, O, fall, please fall!"
The flower children all around
Cry up: "Dear cloud, come to the ground,"
And so, the cloud says: "Good-by, Sky,
I'll come again—so high, so high." The Curly White Cloud Loves the Sky. By Annette Wynne.
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