Sky herd's forever
Lordy dordy, my eyes, my mind cannot, but want to absorb and just maybe understand the sky herd's roaming side by side.
The sky herd's form and roam in so many breads and sizes, yet they all can be recognised with a careful eye.
The herd's graze quite differently with each seasons changing winds and conditions, they play, they sleep and make silly games with each other. Yet the winds, sun and waters are their masters and shepherd.
Like swarms and flocks of birds they know when to cling and protect, strength in numbers as adverse enemies and conditions prevail.
Changing infinitesimally every millisecond they are the sky creatures that chameleons mimic.
They flee, they fight, they push for dominance until they yield to greater dominant forces within the sky pastures.
Sky herd's never feed, never drink yet they exist as one of earth's most undervalued creatures that brings colour, life and personality to each and every day.
Long live our sky herd's, clouds.
