Cloud: A Poem

Flying through the sky,

Careless, carefree, floating, fluffy.

In a world of blue and above,

white is a free, light color.

 

We may not touch but

we know it is there in the skies.

The endless blue follows up with

White. Soaring as is goes, up, up,

up.

 

As the rain rises up,

the blue turns to white.

A clear transformation has

shaped the skies of today.

Up the rain goes. Up the clouds gather.

Up.