Clouds 1

The green grass tickles the back of my legs
A butterfly flits in the flowers
A bee buzzes lazily along, stopping now and again
The clouds roll by, unhurried,
Like an elephant that has all the time in the world
A face here, a horse there
Now a crocodile
Now a bird
A fish, a ship
Things all shapes and sizes,
A big mural in the sky.

Written by Austin, age 13

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