nicola pearsall - Clouds

clouds are white and fluffy
all round and puffy
high in the sky they just float by

the clouds go dark
when we are in the park
here the lark sing
when we go on the swing

high in the sky
we would all love to fly
just watch the birds
as they go by

nicola pearsall

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