Clouds
Clouds are huge and white like the wool of a lamb.
Soft like a pillow and bouncy as a cotton ball.
Soaring above merrily in the stratosphere
So magnificent.
So mysterious in their natural beauty.
They bring the rain to the earth
Providing life for vegetation.
Nourishing life that need they're care.
Cleansing those who are need of rejuvenating.
Clouds are the stage where angels sing praises to the Creator.
And when its time to leave for the night
They are like herds of sheep migrating with the sun.
But do not fret dear little one.
They will return once again
when the new day begins.
