Author: Arham P, Class VI G
I wish I were a cloud
Being fat, fluffy and stout
Everyone would want to give me a cuddle
And even if I want, I can’t get my clothes in a muddle.
I would also often wonder
How I am able to make a loud noisy thunder
When I would heavily rain
Peococks will dance forgetting all their pains
At dusk I would be coloured in orange and red
But I would not be visible when you will go to bed.
I would be coloured in white
Floating in the sky that would be bright
I wish I were a cloud
Being fat, fluffy and stout.
