My daughter has written yet another poem.. enjoy.

I wish I could be a cloud.
Float aimlessly in the sky,
and look down at the world below me..
I'd probably cry rain d.r.o.p.s at what I see.
The thing about clouds,
Is their s-e-p-a-r-a-t-e from everything,
everyone.
Clouds have no problems,
dislikes,
or in-capabilities.
They don't discriminate,
or shun the white bright clouds,
from the dark, deep gray.
Their all alike,
reminiscing in the sky.
Hovering
above all the chaos,
and just sigh,
as they like to rain on our parade of destruction.
I would like to be a cloud.
and disappear when I please.
Have the sun consume me,
and people fly through me..
Even at night,
clouds consume the sky.
How happy they are,
taking in the moons beautiful light.
They can form shapes,
and feelings,
oh, what entertainment for us.
As we look up at them,
they look down at us,
and ponder,
what has happened to us?...