Clouds

In skies above so grand and wide,

White fluffy clouds do gently glide,

Like cotton balls they gently drift,

A peaceful scene, a natural lift.

With shapes that change and forms that shift,

They play a game of hide and seek,

From wispy strands to towering towers,

Their beauty never loses power.

On sunny days they're white as snow,

On stormy days they're dark and low,

But always they remind us to,

Look up and marvel at the blue.

So let us take a moment now,

To gaze upon these clouds somehow,

For in their fleeting form and grace,

We find a small but needed space