“The clouds are moving,” my student announced.
“I am sure the birds can see the clouds are moving faster today,” another student shared.
“I rarely look up,” I admitted.
You often learn something when you look at the world from a child’s point of view.
I wrote a poem about the experience.
CLOUDS
They drift gently
Like candy floss
Up above my head
The delicate light blue
Sitting quietly
Watching in a daze
I knew
This would happen again
I would
Perch here and watch
Stare at the floating cotton
Gliding secretly above
Why did I never do this?
In the busy-ness of the days
I will
Stop
And
Look
Up Above.
GIFTS 
Inspiration can be found anywhere even in the comments of our students. I wonder what the students would have written about the clouds.
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I’m glad the kids gave you the encouragement to look up!
But don’t save it for just outdoors. I’m a big ceiling person and you’ll be amazed at what you see if you remember to glance upwards.
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Lovely how you allow your students to inspire your reflection. Pausing to Look up is harder than it sounds as we move through our busy days, satisfying all sorts of requirements. It sounds like you’re glad you took the time to change your pattern.
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There’s an airy reverence in your lines – beautiful, hopeful, yet also deep. As a reader I feel a sense of calm and appreciation in pausing to look up. We are surrounded by so much that we never see.
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