Secrets of the Cloud

May 24, 2011
She is whisked through the air,
A weightless dancer leaping through the wind.
Whisper, whisper, she tells her secrets to the sky.

With the breeze, she transforms,
Now a butterfly, now a bluebird.
Whoosh, whoosh, she is always changing.

Gracefully and gallantly gliding through the mist,
She is the picture of pride.
La-dee-dee, la-dee-da, the Sun trills a tune to her.

Her white-wisp cloak wraps around her,
Making her soft and stunning.
Hum, hum, she sings a song of joy.

She is like a good mother,
Always watching over you with a gentle eye.
Tisk, tisk, she tells you to behave.

She is whisked through the sky,
A weightless ballerina gliding through the breeze.
Hush, hush, your secrets are safe with her.

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pepperfudge said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 8:55 am
Very nice imagery. I could feel the lightness of the poem. I liked it.
tigerlilly1999 said...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 11:19 am

nice emily :o> yayayayyayayayayaya 

*<(:)}0<  ( dats santa claus)``

millievm97 said...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 11:17 am
Nice Job, Sis!
Xopher said...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 2:32 pm
huh. I love this.
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