Clouds

When I was little I used to watch the clouds

I would lay next to my grandma in the green grass

And we would stare up at the bright blue sky

We would watch the clouds and pick out all the shapes

Some days there were dragons, others giraffes

Now I lay down and watch the clouds all alone

I watch as they all slowly drift across the sky

They keep changing from shape to shape

They also change from big to small

I’m reminded that nothing is permanent

Not the weather nor people nor relationships

I think to myself that I am like the clouds

Always moving and changing based on my surroundings

Some days I just drift through the calm blue sky

Others it’s dark and I’m caught in a storm

On those days I cry and my tears bring life on Earth

My tears create colors as the sun shines and rainbows appear

Sometimes I am the one that is colorful, illuminated by the sunset

My favorite days though are when I am a puffy white cloud

Slowly drifting across the bright and beautiful blue sky

In physics class you learn that white is a mixture of all the colors

That is what I am.