Clouds

Clouds

Silently looking at the sky above,

The pure white clouds are the same as the Dove.

There's no sign of any birds in the air,

Gladly, the tranquil weather seems so fair.

Searching for a fancy angel-shaped clouds,

Then those white things above slowly flood.

Thinking that there is such thing as Heaven.

If there is, my Soul will fly lik'a raven.