Poetry If I were a cloud (verse), grade five.

If I were a cloud, I would hide in sunny days and come out the next night; On cloudy days, I will be everywhere.

When I am happy, I am naughty, sometimes like a tiger going down the mountain, sometimes like a naive puppy, sometimes like a galloping horse, sometimes like a towering mountain, and sometimes I think of a thousand miles of flood. . .

I cry when I am sad. . . . .