Mesmerized

Dear Nature, you can mesmerize
Imagination fast,
When dark clouds start to fill my eyes
In patterns not downcast.

It's magical when clouds race by
Pushed by the covert wind,
And pull my soul into the sky
In ways I hope won't end.

Some branches and the leaves dance with
The bushes and the grass,
Creating beauty like a myth
That lives when clouds go past.

I think about the time when I
Was only six years old,
When I saw magic in the sky
And wind caressed my soul!