Cloud painting

This poem was written as I was gazing at the clouds one day.

A flock of sheep,
white cotton bolls, 

A sheet in the wind,
dresses for dolls.

The seats of a chair,
Blankets of white, 

Vanilla ice cream,
so fluffy so light.

Trees on an island
floating away, 

Kittens of purest white at play, 

Spotless ribbons on gift paper of blue, 

Hands waving goodbye to you.

The wings of an angel, a shepherd's rod.

A stairway to heaven,
the face of God.