The clouds

The clouds soar high in the sky, Like little pillows wrapped in a bow tie. The clouds sometimes cry, They just look at us people and fell asthough they want to die. The clouds soar high in the sky, Maybe they're just shy. Maybe be they're better off there, Without people giving them a scare. The clouds soar high in the sky, Loving to watch the birds fly. They're so pretty they always catch my eye. The clouds soar high in the sky, That's one thing that might never be a lie.                                                -Isabelle Joann