Puff Ball Poem

One lone cloud growing on the ground 

Then the wind comes and blows it about

Poof goes the cloud, poof poof poof

And the cloud is gone, all that is left is the stem and core

The cloud is floating through the trees 

And finds a place among the leaves 

Days go by, days to weeks 

Five happy clouds among the leaves 

One of them we know

As the sun starts to show

The wind starts to blow.