I love seeing clouds.
Clouds travel with the wind
They travel to places they’ve never been
Puffy white clouds under a clear blue sky
Are one thing you can never buy
I scan to make sure they aren’t hiding a UFO
After all one can never know
What I’d do if one should should appear
Would I stare in awe or run in fear?
Dark clouds and winds bring the rain
Something I view with disdain
I’ve run out of things about clouds to say
So I’ll sit and look out my window as the hours pass until the end of my day.
