Clouds

The sky is blue The clouds are white They’re way up high So very bright

They seem to be So far away Yet them we see As clear as day

Wispy, spotted
Pulled out straight Speckled, dotted Yet with no weight

Cotton wool fluff? White dabbed on blue Marshmallow puff? On changing hue

Water vapour Held in the air Condensed matter That stays up there!

I see a shape Then watch it blow Might it escape Where does it go?