Clouds MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Cumulus, stratus, cirrus.

Fluffy and light.

Floating high in the heavens,

A vanilla shade of white.

Near the dangers of thunder,

Streaked lightning too.

Clouds lie thin and feathery,

Billowing high near sun and moon.

Like ice cream, clouds do look.

Producing rain and snow.

Cluttered around mountains.

By the wind they blow.

Like moist pillows are clouds,

Hanging in mid air.

When caught in the eye by clouds' beauty,

A passer-by will stop and stare.

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