White Clouds
On a hot summer day
The sky is filled with clouds
They are white and puffy
All shaped differently
Some are mountains
That are very steep
Trees I see shaped of faces
In a row side by side
As they slowly pass by
Their shapes begin to change
First a mountain then an island
First a face , now a dog.
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2016
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