Clouds
Big fluffy things.
Floating in the sky,
Swirling in the crisp morning air.
Doing their dance.
Changing their faces. Changing shape.
Soft as pillows.
Deceptive like a snake.
The birds fly high.
Aiming for the heaven that is the clouds.
YOU ARE READING
Big World Little Poems.
Poetrywords are a beautiful thing. They can do something to make us feel deep within our person and understand eachother.
