When the sun comes out,
Out in the park,
Out in the garden,
Out in the fields,
People lie on their backs to gaze at the clouds.
In the sailing ship,
In the family car,
In the aeroplane,
People sit to gaze at the clouds.
Why do we do it?
Even in rain, in snow, in hail and in storm.
I like to have fun searching for shapes that look like objects,
Others look for colours in the clouds,
While some find peace in looking at them,
Now why do you look at the clouds?