I Ponder
Looking up to the sky
I thought of the wind
Of how the wind looks
Clouds are always seen
So are I wonder of the wind
How the wind would look
There are many clouds
One special cloud odd
A cloud different from others
This cloud is rounded shape
With a face and curly top
The eyes express anger
When the cloud begins
Blowing a strong wind
It makes trees dance fast
Making the grass sway
The sound of the strong wind
is heard blowing all night
Fromthe special odd cloud
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2020
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