The clouds up high

Oh!What a wonderful sight That cumbers me in a mystical fright The clouds high in flight So peaceful with a radiant light I sit in awe gazing At the marvellous setting The clouds form myriads of shapes That leaves one's imagination in aches Streaks of lightning , clasps of thunder Displayed by the clouds anger Raining tempest and terror Endosing the world in pure horror True to the tales of old Not all that glitters is gold So pay attention to its motion Lest you be swallowed up in its notion The clouds marvellous grandeur Only ends when veiled in nights cover Oh really!Truth be told The mystery only begins to unfold