White fluffy clouds of silvery sheen
Which in the sky, are off and on, seen
Capture the heart of every race
And with their snow-like whiteness, do us, daze.
The unknown abysses in which the ‘copters venture
Offer a wide scope of delight to the passenger
Sometimes we find them a sad and dull grey
But even then, their enchantment on us, do lay
They are of amazing shapes and size
One looks like a frog, another a block of ice
Some are really dense and huge
And offer from the heat, constant refuge
Large black clouds that are messengers of rain
Come in tangled masses that bedazzle the brain
Whilst their serene counterparts are fresh and bright
And some are so clear, they are purer than white
The clouds that are found at night on high
Look like an artist’s smattering on the sky
These clouds are really pretty to behold
So are glorified by people, young and old.