Clouds

Clouds go on, each one different from the previous or next, just like the days of our own lives. They go on one by one, then they are gone, just like events of the past, whether happy, or sad. Then one day I was staring up at the sky, and I found the perfect cloud for me and me only. It looked like a heart, and I was just too lazy to get up and get my camera, so I let it drift on by. This is just like love, you know that there's just got to be someone out there that is perfect for you, just like that cloud. But it will slip away if you are just too lazy to get up and tell them. Then again, clouds can be like friends, always there for you when you need them. When I am sad, the clouds turn dark and full or pouring rain, when I am happy, they part to let the bright shining sun set it's radiant beams on my face. Clouds can be like a lot of things, or just something special themselves. And that's the beauty of it all. They are. . . well . . . .clouds.

I'm sorry, I was bored, so I felt like writing poem that doesn't rhyme about, well, life. I love the clouds. When I'm bored, I sometimes go outside and just stare at them, they're so beautiful. Oh well. Well, I really hope you liked it. Anyway, See you later!