CLOUDS

By: Joshua Nakhavanit

Floating silently through the sky

Sometimes grey sometimes white

Letting out water when they cry

And disappearing when it's bright

They can make different shapes and forms

Moving fast or slow

Lots of them create a storm

Raining on plants to help them grow

On some days the sky is filled to the brim

On others, it's a clear blue ocean

Looking like we could swim

And start the motion.