The weather changes
The sky look at us everyday
Sun welcomes another day with smile.


The cloud we see but not all
Things been made by the it
If we know how cloud was made, the destination of how where we do, and where we go.


The lion stands for his companions
But the snake snatch anything he sees
Leaves have season.


The cloud can tell where is light and where is dark,
If we but know when to breath
The destination of dark will turn to light
The birds flys to tell
like the fowl who never lives his chicken.
© The poem boy= John