Clouds Poem by Justin Reamer

Clouds



Blobs of mist that look like shapes,
Look like animals, trees, and apes.

They float in the air like spirits free,
Making themselves not beggars be.

Puffy, white, and soft to the touch,
We imagine how comfortable is much.

Yet, they are our imagination of heaven sought,
When God made the world into what He brought.

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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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