Clouds

Let me tell how is to be a cloud They are lovely, I am lovely too moving swiftly without a sound when the sky is white and blue, They are soft like cotton candy going back and forth as the wind crosses oceans to reach an island, or just halting idle by the seaside. Maybe they will change shape, A bird or a lion or a little flower Or like an abstract weird scrape Shadowing a hidden bower. Tidy white on a sunny day, like sheep’s herds moving Clouds can be heavy and gray with thunder and lighting, If they kiss under the rain hovering over a greenly plain.