We wandered lonely,
just like clouds,
above the ground
our duvet shrouds,
moving slowly, along, around,
to and fro,
pushed by winds,
to where we seem to want to go;
up in the breeze,
looking down upon the trees,
leisure takes us
as we please.
I very much enjoyed that one!
Thank you, Helen, I try to write to please (usually just myself)
Take care
G:)