Clouds by Quentin Sands

Like huge puffs of cotton or smoke up in the air,

That is what I see when I look up there.

All different shapes forms and sizes just floating free and seem to be drifting,

suspended

miraculously.

I see a bird, a dog, a fish............ no, a hat,

There's another one forming I wonder what's that?

It might be a car a house or a tree............ this is natures show and guess what it's free!

Hey wait a minute they are getting dark grey and thick; what could ever be the meaning of this?

I feel a quick breeze pushing my face and it clearly means that I should start making haste,

It's still a good day and I feel proud, That I took the time to watch those wonderful clouds.
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