Clouds

This poem was writing while I was in the air heading home from Dallas one afternoon.

Clouds are huge
White, fluffy, marshmallow things that float merrily away
High in the sky
So strong.
So moody.
So magnificent.
Their not meant to be touched.
What are clouds used for?
Well they bring rain.
Rain that the earth needs
To be able to give it life.
They give us shade
When the sun gets too bright
Clouds are unique
They come in many shape
And in many sizes.
They also come in different colors.
Especially when its time for them to leave for the night
Clouds are like children
And the sun in their master.
But we will see them again
when they new day begins.