Clouds

 

Fluffy, white mashed potatoes,

That float in the sky.

Form many shapes,

That differ in size.

 

A happy little bunny,

A smelly old shoe.

When I look at the clouds,

I feel like I flew.

 

I dream of someday soaring with them,

Running my fingers through their billowy curls.

Feeling the rush of the wind,

As my hair twirls.

 

Oh these creators of life,

That let the rain fall.

The trees will grow,

Large and tall.

 

Clouds are beautiful,

Both big and small.

And alot like kings,

That rule us all.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Alyssa]

This was really good kayla, im serious you are so good a poetry, some of the things you say i dont know how you come up with it! But really pretty and cute how you wrote it and i love the last line, and the first the best!!

mm mashed potatoes

[Tina Kline]

Very beautiful and very playful. The way you describe the clouds I can just see them. Very nicely done.