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.