Made Of More
The cloud floated elegantly in the breeze,
Twisting and turning through the trees,
A fire broke out,
Firemen came,
But no worries the cloud put it out with rain.
An odd occurring, it may seem,
A hallucination,
An unreal Dream
But none of this it really was,
For it was unusual,
No explanatory cause
It made the towns light up with glee,
It made homeless people and beggars see,
That there was another way to life,
To be different, distinctive
Not to think twice
A valuable lesson it really had taught
Because it was a cloud made of more
The rhyming was cleverly worded. Intense vocabulary.
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