The Clouds Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

We watch the clouds pass almost everyday, where do they go, will the same one's ever pass by our way?

Some are so fluffy like huge cotton balls, others so long like A enormous white wall.

So many shapes with swirls and waves, and sometimes they open up like the entrance to caves.

They bring us water from high up in the sky, they control our weather to make it wet or dry.

They can draw pictures and words as they pass us by, they can bring us messages as they float in the sky.

Clouds can give so much beauty as they reflect the sun's rays, or be so dark as they drop rain upon our day.

Floating so graceful as they pass so free, to collect more moisture as they travel across the sea's 1/14/03