The Sky's The Limit

Free to roam the sky; the clouds have more freedom then us. We are constricted to the same shape; round head, shoulders, arms, torso, hips, legs, feet. We can widen or thin however, the clouds can morph into a completely different shape within an hour. No limitations, no restrictions. The clouds are over us, they are more than us, we are merely ants in comparison. Into the clouds you will find me wandering, out of the blue I will bring down the rains that helped to create me, cast shade from the sun that blisters, and then shift into a delicate design to rest with the setting sun.