The speaker looks up at a cloud and wishes to trade places with it. The poem opens by addressing clouds directly, then repeats the same wish at the start and end: "Wish I was you." That repetition makes the longing feel simple and sincere, like a thought the speaker keeps coming back to.
What the speaker admires in the cloud is everything a person usually lacks. It drifts wherever it likes, takes in the scenery, and never has to explain itself. The line "No one asks why or scolds you" suggests the speaker feels questioned or criticized in daily life, though the poem doesn't say by whom. Even the praise the cloud receives for its beauty comes without effort or pressure.
The mood is wistful and quietly sad, but also gentle. There is no anger here, just a person watching something peaceful and wishing for the same ease. The plain, short lines match that feeling: nothing complicated, just a small, honest wish.