clouds roll across the sky
I wonder why
impressive forms
send massive shadows
across our hills
and in our eyes
some speak of peace
so gently poised
as if to coax an artist's brush
or entertain a childish mind
in games of shape
discovery and joy
some speak of war
with thunderous clash
as if to draw our fears by force
look down on us from lofty heights
detached and cold
so powerful
and to what purpose
do we drift across our heavens
casting shadows down below
do we inspire a child to dream
or hide his eyes and count to ten
cowered in a corners steep
afraid to look
