The Question of the Clouds
Bright white clouds glisten in the sky,
I wonder why.
I wonder why the clouds are there.
What do they do up there in the air?
Do they hold the rain,
to protect the plane flying by?
Or do they block the sun and its bright arms,
to let us run without harm?
Copyright © Alex Carpenter | Year Posted 2016
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