Clouds
I wish I were a cloud.
I could scream so loud.
Every day I would be of different shape,
once a greedy fox, then a sour grape.
Sprinkling water would be so much fun.
Scolding, yelling, there would be none.
Playing with stars and moon,
hiding the sun at noon.
I wish I were a cloud.
Blue sky all around.
Poem About Wanting To Be A Cloud
Cloud
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014 with permission of the Author.
Advertisement