Clouds
Clouds are taken for granted
Part of the weather scene
They come in white, or in black,
Or something in-between
Normally there’s clouds about,
Although the sun is out
They’re always there, when it rains
Of this there is no doubt
Sometimes you see them hanging,
So high up in the sky
Wispy little icy ones
Higher than birds can fly
Clouds can carry destruction
That farmers cannot stop
Things like heavy wind and hail,
Can wipe out all the crop
If one is dark and boiling,
Sitting low to the ground
Stay alert and be cautious,
A storm’s somewhere around
Run like hell if you see it
Take on a funnel shape
If you don’t find some cover
There may be no escape
The clouds are always moving,
Changing slow, sometimes fast
You see many shapes in them,
But they will never last
Spend some time looking at them,
Enjoy what’s given free
Pictures by Mother Nature
Are there for you to see
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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