Clouds
By Alex N
Published 26 September 2024
The clouds run through the big blue sky.
They wisp through the morning and run during the night.
POW! Lightning comes from them day and night,
It doesn’t matter to them.
They disappear or come to you,
As big as giants tumbling on you,
As small as an ant running away from you.
The clouds will fall at night.
Bumpy, smooth, they shape themselves.
The clouds disappear.
Tall and short they do what they want.
The fabulous fluffy clouds roam through the day wherever they want.