Clouds

Celtic Seers could read the clouds

As tea leaves within that still warmed cup

From births pains and babies to funeral shrouds

The images revealed fate, free will and luck

Questions and prayers from soft silenced lips

On loves to be thought to be purer than most

Chasing victories, desires, battles and trips

Seeking comforts, glory and of conquests to boast

When next you stretch out upon the fragrant hills

Allow your eyes to truly see and your mind to full unwind

Spiritual presence of Celtics and clouds can guide your free will

As it has been from the beginning and will be for all time