Clouds

A visible mass of droplets,
Frozen crystals, in the air.

Suspended in the atmosphere,
Clouds floating everywhere.

Sometimes light and fleecy,
Softly floating by.

Other days dark and angry,
As they begin to cry.

Raindrops gently falling,
Frozen crystals melt away.

Drying up their eyes,
Preparing for another day.

As they continue on their
journey,
On the ground they lay.

Preparing nature for
tomorrow,
Preparing for another day.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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