The clouds are floating mountains

So soft you could fall through them

So strong they block out the sun

They are the breaths of the ocean

Their tears make the jungles grow

And farmers laugh for answered prayers

Besides thunder we never hear them

They do so much yet take so little credit

This must have been taken this into consideration

When they were chosen to dwell forever in the heavens

When Writing a Book

There is no way around it

The only way to get anywhere

Is to sit in the chair and go nowhere

And travel through page after page

World after world without moving