Lion Cloud.

Sat in lesson today, noticed a cloud that looked like a lion.

Looking at the shapes,

One better than the rest,

Fighting to be seen,

The Lion Cloud.

His mane flows across the sky,

The wind helps him to fly,

Surveying the dream land,

King in his own right.

The sky is so reflective,

Basically, big blue mirror,

Show me what I can do?

To become the Lion.

He's so fierce,

So bold,

So strong,

So cold.

I'm no lion,

I'm barely a cub,

Life's barely roared,

But I'm dreaming,

Dreaming of floating,

Sky high,

Being another shape,

Pointed out by another kid.

Author's Note

Went a bit squiffy there.... :/xx