Like huge puffs of cotton or smoke up in the air; <br />That is what I see when I look up there. <br />All different shapes forms and sizes just floating free and seem to be drifting, suspended <br />miracuously. <br /> <br />I see a bird, a dog, a fish............no, a hat, <br />There's another one forming I wonder whats that? <br />It might be a car a house or a tree...........this is natures show and guess what its free! <br />Hey, wait a minute their getting dark grey and thick; what could ever be the meaning of this? <br />I feel a quick breeze pushing my face and it clearly means that I should start making haste, <br />Its still a good day and I feel proud, that I took the time to watch those wounderful clouds.<br /><br />Quentin Sands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-56/
