Puffy and white clouds float,
On a cool breeze of endless hope,
Shape shifting to natural winds,
Against the horizon, powerless to pretend…
Transparent from close,
Cloudy from far away,
Is it specific to a clear,
Cloudless perfect day…
Are the forces of nature,
Too smart to be seen,
Do people reflect dissidence,
Cloudy or unspooled to the awe of cerulean.
Diverse in purpose of rain or shade,
Beautiful to behold endless shapes,
Morphing to adapt an effortless way,
Clouds are like us, none the same.
Grand poems on Clouds
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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.