CLOUD
By
Ray Finch
I’m a fluffy white cloud floating high in the sky
The people below me are like ants passing by
Made of the vapor that comes up from below
Where am I heading I don’t really know
The winds that blow me, often change their minds
As I link up with others and grow my waistline
The heavier I get I then start to fall
As my mood darkens now here comes my squall
Rain sleet and snow now falling down
Some in the oceans or on baron ground
But wherever I fall I won’t be forlorn
Because one day I know, I will be reborn
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Author:
Finchy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
wonderful imagery
thanks for sharing
Great words Finchy and so true.
Andy
I like your poem 🙂 nice words about a cloud and how it might view the world .. and how it may feel
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