Who can tell where the white clouds go

When they drift far off and out of view,

Over many hills, over many streams,

Seeing many things that are bright and new,

As they float on by, as they kiss the sun,

As they wander off, to a place unknown,

I would go with them, I would fly with them,

I would wander with them, too.

Who can tell what the white clouds feel

As they travel far, never settling down,

Over many heads, over many hearts,

Over many who are homeward bound,

Do they wish to pause, do they listen close

To the children laughing as they play,

Do they hope to rest, in a peaceful place 

At the end of each floating day.

 

- Julie Redstone

 

 

Poetry Section -  Poems for Children of the Light