LITTLE THINGS

Clouds are there up in the sky
With colors blue that seem so high;
It can never be reached with just one Hi
But it can be felt with just a smile.
When it turns to gray,
It will likely to be gay;
When it turns black and gray,
Love and hate,someone will cry.
I saw a black fly
Soaring up in the sky,
Oh! A sign of grief when it dropped by
On a thick,squeezed bob wire.
I got my cam to take a shot,
A shot that will spread from a tiny dot;
Thunder came and striked the night
I shout and say,"Alright!"
The quiet ambiance turned to loud
When heavy rain dropped on land.
I just sigh and took a smile
These little things turn to a lie.