I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils.
Excerpt from Daffodils by William Wordsworth
Lenticular cloud
I am the daughter of Earth and Water
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I can not die.
For after the rain when with never a stain.
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air.
Excerpt from The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life.” Yayoi Kusama
“Clouds come floating into my life,
No longer to carry rain or usher storm
But to add color to my sunset sky.”
Ravindranath Tagore