Look up at the sky,
How can things that look like candyfloss be so high,
They float like angels flying in with day and out by night.
I have came to love watching them float by,
Every one a different shape a different form,
Just like humans they come and go.
But you see they are unique and solely untouchable,
They are the definition of mother nature.
Without clouds in the sky it would be a blank canvas,
Nothing to see or help us mere humans,
They give us protection, they give us rain, they give us more than anything or anyone could explain.
They are true beauty,
which I look forward to looking for in the sky wherever I may be, as quite frankly I am forever obsessed with the sky and sunsets, more so of the clouds that make me beam as if I'm on cloud 9....
