Rows Of Clouds

I love to watch time
And do absolutely nothing,
Learned by enjoying the simple things
That nature has offered.
Layed out in a bed of green meadows
Looking to the kanvased sky,
Today blue but I've seen white and black
Perhaps fixing on my emotions,
But mother nature smiles upon from above
Slowly rolling in the clouds
Imagination made to make a shape,
Painting mental pictures of this place.
Joyfully as a kid once was
Watching the rows of new inventions to come,
No one can see what I see
Or maybe they do,
A feeling achieved of a elusive serene
Floating from a grass green bed
Up to the heavenly thought through head,
If only time didn't waste me
Stripped of imagination till empty,
Only to linger all on the moments of great peace
Forbidden from the sights, stolen by the busy.
Imprisoned life I look for a way
To escape repetitive pain forever remain.
I part it to thee, the idea of free
I cannot go but my creation will know it so.