clouds

deep poetry

The clouds all have faces
Each one of them its own
they are all so deescriptive
yet each one is unknown

They sit in blue skies
and sometimes the grey
what they all have in common
is they are all there in may

The clouds they change faces
the seasons change too
the one thing thats constant
is they all mix like glue

the reason, i see they mix so well
i think i can be sure
is that one day the faces,
will have to leave the sky and explore.