Make a Wish... (poems)

Clouds...

Clouds:

Is there a world behind the clouds?

Or is it just rain waiting to fall?

Why do they make shapes?

Are they souls of past lives,

Or are they the eyes of God reflecting what they see on earth?

Are they a shield to protect us from evil?

Or do they just shade us from the sun?

Is it soft like a pillow?

Or light as a feather?

What makes the clouds move?

Is it a wisp of wind?

Or the voice of earth speaking loudly?

Do the clouds receive love?

Or do they just fly in the sky without a soul?

Where do they go on a clear blue sky day?

Do they blend in with their surroundings?

Or evaporate to nothing?

Why is a cloud...a cloud?

**okay so i thought this poem that i wrote was kinda strange...but i wanted to see if anyone liked it :) i was just looking at the clouds one day with the sun shining behind it making it seem so peaceful, so i thought hey! why dont i make a poem about clouds...so here it is ^ please tell me what you think! :)