There is nothing better that I like to do, than lie down flat on my back and watch the clouds from a grassy plot.
The sun is playing peek-a-boo, enough for me to conjure pictures in the air.
I see a valley there, a mountain here, some sheep that side, a village this side – all that I can’t get where I am now.
Oh, look at the rays emanating from behind those clouds; they cause a shadow on the trees and a shade below.
Is God trying to catch my attention with a display of his wondrous splendor?