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life, music, Nature, poem, poems, Poetry, Relax, seasonal, seasons, sky, summer, Tranquility, weather
I see white stallions
pulling puffs of clouds across
the powdery blue vastness,
a performance guided
by gentle winds
instrumentally in sync
with a relaxing summer day.
Phyllis Moorman 
I also thought of lying down on the grass and looking for objects in the clouds. The poem invites one to do just that. I should take the time!!!
I love the way this dances around the topic of looking up. I’ve laid back in the grass and often thought something similar