White Cloud Poem by Kevin Seales

As I look toward the sky
With the sun so bright
Something else catches my eye
That's fluffy and white

What could it be
This white thing that floats
It's not in the sea
So it can't be a boat

It moves with the breeze
As far as I can tell
High above the trees
With no scent or smell

I wish I could buy it
Whenever it comes around
This thing is so quiet
It doesn't make a sound

Unless there is thunder
It will never be loud
And I will always wonder
About this beautiful white cloud