Poetry Clouds

If I could paint clouds I,d lay them all out,
color them silver and white.
Leave out the grays and put pinks in their place,
using dark blue for the skies.
I,d scatter them out like oceans about,
rolling them in like the waves.
hidden within them an angel I’d send ,
spreading his wings into space.
The sun would shine in deep gold behind,
adding a brilliant warm glow.
the painting would cry out in heavenly shouts,
this is the gates to Gods throne.