Clouds poetry

Door

On the park I saw an orange
Wale cloud passing in the sky slowly
Set aflame by the sun that puked out a sunset I didn't have my phone
Then, but the best moments are captured by the
eyes Like a camera lens so clear you might see the future, Sometimes blurry you have to make clear,
My foot wants to sink Within the grass,
So I let it sink as I walk hoping it would take
Away my worries past, future, and present
For something great we'll cross over the shakiest
Bridge to get where we want to get,
Sometimes the bridge warn us creaking boards falling under us but we still/some still
Run some walk,
Hungry for success we want to eat it,
Sometimes we get to the mountain it seems pretty
Standing on top for a while amazing then,
Dark clouds starts to appear and wonder when did
It came rushing there like a pack of wolves,
Pretty comes pretty goes
Bad goes good comes
The clock also gets rusty
Time never stops but we do,
Sometimes for a while just to make
Up our mind this time for sure.
-ashes poetry

A/N it's night time I'm writing this poem now,
But today I went to the park with my two little
Brothers you know I saw this pretty sunset but I
Didn't bring my phone, I was like ughh lol but I
took a picture when I went home though I love sunset I mean psssh who doesn't.