The fluffs of wonder sail through the sky,

They dazzle us with their ever changing moods.

Sometimes, the puffs turn gray and cry,

But glad at times, they can look like foods!


The clouds of the sky take several forms,

They reveal our wildest imaginations,

They may assist in creating storms,

But other times, they look like nations!


Perhaps an illusion spawned from our minds

Depicting the blobs in the sky called clouds.

We may never know, but the guess of humankind’s

Is that the puffs are every form for crowds!


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