Clouds
Rolling on.
Making shapes.
Showing the direction of the wind.
Clouds do what they do.
Holding hail.
Droping rain.
Hiding the sun on a whim.
Clouds do what they do.
Up high.
Far above.
They float on at natures mercy.
These billowing white pillows are beautiful.
Clouds simply are what they are.
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