The Clouds

Clouds float gently in the sky so high,
Soft whispers of dreams as they drift by.
They gather in clusters, then break apart,
A canvas of wonder, a work of art.
 
White and fluffy, like cotton they seem,
Or dark and heavy, with a storm's gleam.
They dance with the wind, in a graceful flight,
Changing shapes in the morning light.
 
Some bring rain, a refreshing kiss,
Others shade the earth in a moment of bliss.
They tell tales of lands far and wide,
Of mountains, oceans, and the world's great tide.
                                              

Don Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.