Clouds Big And Small Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Faraway above
Clouds always drifting
Fluffy much full of
In their air lifting

Singing a breezy go
To their circling
So much in easy go
Till they are raining

Clouds big and small
Hazy bluish shade
Some are low others tall
All by nature made

Smooth and all unreal
In their wintry breeze
Cold above feel
Nearly on to a freeze

Faraway in bright
In sunshine glowing
Or reddish at night
When they are going

Like nocturnal dreams
In twinkling blue
From moonlight beams
That dreams sends to
You…