My cumulus creativity

My cloudy colours

I am indeed yon floating cloud my silhouette subtly changes
Blowing with the boisterous winds my body rearranges
Collecting whilst compiling my cumulus creativity
I am those shapes that one can see I form and fizzle expansivity

My perfect pictures up above are easily to find
As gases give me girth and greatness I can blow a person’s mind
Forever remodelling my shadowy sensations
There are no limits to my pretty patterns within imaginations

So I come and go amidst the timelessness of time
I shall never ever cease just like the lyrics to a rhyme
Betwixt darkness of the night my cloudy colours drain and stain
My powdered palette of painted pastels shall always wax and wane