The Cloud Sculptor

[Inspired by @DHDowsing's piece of the same title]

Do you ever sit back on a sunny day,
Look up at the sky and think to say,
I wonder who shaped that fish,
How did that cloud know my wish,

I see what I long for up high,
Shapes of faces and animals go by,
Up here, nothing is ever denied,
Even unicorns drift past in the wind,

I saw a little man once run
Out and across the sky, having fun,
He danced and twirled
To make more of the world,
He split apart white-fluff clumps,
Smoothed out the lumps and bumps,
Made elephants and camel humps,
While shifting trees and leaves
To make magic in the breeze,
I couldn't quite believe it,
As I watched the clouds knit,
The Sculptor knew just what to transmit,
Ideas stolen from dreams inside,
Make my eyes grow sparkling wide,
As there he was, my dragon to ride,
Carrying to me with such true pride,
The one I truly hold dear, so deep inside,
Now I look longingly, up to the skies,
Knowing this Cloud Sculptor
Has my hearts greatest prize.