clouds

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.