Creative Writing for the Creator

So here I am, on a windy afternoon Watching the best show ever: Passing clouds, gray, white, Flying curtains brushing the windows of my eyes Revealing and concealing blue hues of a shy sky This moving show moves me within I am a leaf that stirs in the tree But yearns to be free Whilst my thoughts consider this scene Of howling gusts on the cumulus nimbus The strangest thing happens: I get carried away ... awake in this dream!