Skies and Cloud - Poem

Like a cloud, I move!

In the lucid parts and place,

I Hit the hill and shower,

Like a person I hug.

Blue and white,

Slowly drifting in the air.

Following through the routes,

You are corny in my sight.

Angels who see down,

When I saw the above.

But never did they stop,

As they always follow me.

Like a shadow hiding the sun,

My life got one through.

But as it moved at last,