YOU ARE READING Growing Up Poetry (no description) The Clouds 32 0 0 by Pensive by Pensive Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story They float by, Day after day, They may bring joy, They may bring gloom, They may cast a shadow, They may block our light. But no matter what, They create their own image, Serene and calm, And perfect.