I wrote this a couple of days ago.
The cloud veils the mountain peak
The wind sways the green tree tops
Playing a game of hide and seek
And the jagged edge gleefully pops.
From down below
a bull shaped cloud does rise
From the formless sheet above
Emerges an eagle. In a trice
The bull's horns, it lassoes,
With its powerful beak.
Lo and behold !
The bull scatters
Into flowers of silver and gold .
As the setting sun
Shows it's glowing face.
People are busy working
Unaware of the magic in their midst
A car speeding, another honking
But I am eager for the next twist
In the dance of the clouds.
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I thought you might like this. 
bad day
Tai chi !!
