As Clouds Pass By
I lay in the cool green grass,
Getting ready to watch white, fluffy clouds pass.
I lay on my back, facing towards the sky,
And watch in amazement as clouds go by.
Clouds of all sizes and shapes.
That cloud looks like a bunch of grapes.
Here comes one that looks like a four leaf clover.
And I should call that one a dog named Rover.
Maybe I will have good luck,
And see one that looks like a duck.
The clouds are playing peek-a-boo with the sun.
I just spotted one that looked like a gun.
Watching the clouds is a great way,
To spend a glorious, sunny day.
But now, the clouds are thickening and turning gray.
It may not be a good idea to stay.
Suddenly, I see a flash of light streak across the sky.
Now I know it is time to say goodbye.
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