Mystery Clouds
Mystery Clouds
It forms shapes and puzzles
Which still create wonders.
Horses and dragons they create
Puffed up like snow.
On days, goes they missing
Filling sky with blue;
It extends till the horizon,
With nothing yet to dream.
By then, the clouds are back
Getting more playful.
They covered the sun at times;
Sudden showers otherwise.
Where do they go, these forms,
So mysteriously made.
Maybe to the nearby village,
Having tales to say.