Cloud

I start my day with cloud in the sky
I play with the letters of “c  l  o  u  d”
I could make something out of the white fluffy substance
I could make bread out of it
I could make sugar balls
I could make snowballs
I could make many a loud thunders and storms,
Sitting at the desk for today’s work
I see the white cloud on the computer
Faces that I know,
More faces that I do not know
The names that I can remember,
More names that I can not remember,
They all said their names are called ‘Cloud’
I said to all,
I am Cloud, too.
We all COULD be something or anything out of CLOUD.