Clouds

Clouds litter the sky,
Hide out the blue,
Let the sun die,
until another day.

Some say,
That clouds hide secrets,
until another time,
when they can be shown.

I can sit and stare,
at all the shapes they make,
not having a care,
about me

I doubt people can see,
the beauty from clouds,
to let them be,
they will not harm

Clouds Inspire,
Stories and poems,
Ideas sparking like fire,
Into the imagination

I love cloudy days,
When I can sit and wonder,
whilst they block out suns rays
and watch me sit.