Even the tops disappear in the clouds ...

We have enough head to lift: how many views!
How many scenes and images of the same game of clouds!
Because every cloud is different: for example autumn
Crawl like a lazy turtle, thinning hair
And long streaks come from the sky down to the ground
How the braids, it is rain streams;
A cloud with hail like a balloon fast with the wind flies,
The circle, dark blue, yellow in the center,
Great noise can be heard around. Even these everyday,
Look, these white clouds, how different!
At first like flocks of wild geese or swans,
And in the back the wind like a falcon to buy them rushing;
They squeeze, grow, grow, new wonders!
They get the curves of the neck, dissolve the mane,
They slide their legs in rows and across the sky shop
They fly like rams of steed horses:
All white as silver, mixed up - suddenly
From their necks grow masts, with broad mane sails,
Tabun turns into a ship and splashes beautifully
Quietly, slowly, after the heavens of the blue plain!

Adam Mickiewicz