SW ( / Pittsburg, California, USA)

Summer Clouds

Summer clouds in a summer sky
Soft and pillowy as they float by
I see a bird upon a ship,
I see it turn into a whip,
It makes a flower like a rose,
It makes a rooster as he crows.
A tiny colt is on the run,
A little kitten is having fun.
Soft as cotton in the air,
Summer clouds are everywhere.
I love to watch them when they drift
Into the many shapes as they shift.
What a peaceful, pleasant way,
To spend a quiet summer day.

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