The Eight Wonder Poem by Theo Williams

I lay here on this grassy hill
Looking up at the sky
There's a cloud shaped as a daffodil
And a spotted hound up high.

My problems are released
Into the turtle shaped clouds
My sorrows have been deceased
By this beauty I have found.

The birds sing a melodious chorus
That captivates my full attention
The clouds shape a tyrannosaurus
That will be a perpetual retention.

A pirate ship has taken to sea
Upon the vastness of the sky
I can see an oddly shaped key
That'll unlock my inner heart's cry.

Fluffy white giraffes come into sight
Breathing happiness into my eyes
This splendour has fulfilled my plight
The simple elegance a natural prize.

The sun sets upon a clouded heart
Its rays of innocence simmer my eyes
The wonder of natural art
Is painted with your imagination in the skies.