Swift as the currents,
They flow like the sea,
Move with the wind,
So smooth and free.
They seem create shapes,
All when they are here,
If their appearance be happy,
Pleased they all cheer.

But mad they will burst,
Into sadness and tears,
With lightning so terrifying,
And last on for years.

These clouds above height,
Most dazzling they sculpt,
Are beautiful sculptors,
Who know about art.

That’s not only their talent,
Not alike Nature,
They move, and they feel,
And they cover a stature.

Unique, clouds, they are,
Swift, like the sea,
Brave mountain climbers,
And distinctive they be.
By Arielle De Jesus