Clouds

Seeing these clouds, I wish I could fly,
High, high, up in the sky,
Touching them, holding them, feeling them in my hands,
I wish to lie on the fluffy cushion.
The darker ones make me even happier,
Darker the clouds, more it’d rain,
Life is also like clouds, that never stops.
Leaving memories,
It reminds me of people,
Whom I met along the way,
Only few stayed closer to my heart,
While others left like clouds.