Member Poem

I’m envious of the clouds
  That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
  Lumping from many into one.

Their most compatible friend –
  The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven –
  As nebulosity permits –

Travel without a passport –
  Slipping away on a whim
For a day’s length or more –
  Then return a denizen.