Clouds Pass

Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
Arranged like painters strokes some say
Changing form and color as they may
Across all Gods harbors and each bay
Floating ships of water on blue glass
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
There above are angels wings pale gray
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass
In turtle dove white or pink at play
With the light of sun, moons lovely lass
Changing form and color as they may
In the hurry of a day clouds pass