Clouds
Happy, skippy, fluffy clouds.
Playing in the sea of sky;
actors changing characters,
as I watch them floating by.
Perfect white of sew worms' silk,
or painted ash-like grey.
Entertaining on their stage;
musing where I lay.
Now they continue with their dance,
waltzing across their sea.
Envious, I stare at them,
for how happy they must be.
Allow me to explain exactly why I wrote this.
I was, as always, bored with my science class (not because I don't like science, cause I do, but my teacher rambles a lot) Anywho, My teacher was trying to tell us about how fascinating weather was, and how spiffy clouds were. So I'm taking notes and just start to write a poem about clouds in my notebook.
My teacher saw it and took my notebook away, but he was so happy I was listening (HAHAHAAAAA) that he even told me how kewl it was!!
