I am as light,
as the wind on your back,
for I float over the ground,
but I can be heavy,
And when I am,
I will shurely fall,
breaking,
like glass upon the ground,
before I meet the earth.
You can touch me,
but may take me only after I break.
When I am light,
I stay the color,
of a new egg,
but heavy,
a differant color,
like a gloomy day.

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A Cloud

I shine like I'm bright,
but don't really,
have my own light.
Seems so far,
really pretty close,
white as the bone,
and dusty as the shelf.
You plant,
your flags on me,
like roses in the dirt,
and look at me,
through glass,
rounded,
like a bent sheet of metal.

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The Moon


I am wet,
never drying,
mad one moment,
nice the next.
My anger is great,
throwing wood toys about,
and taking,
many a secret treasure.
When I am calm,
many relish in me,
feeling my cool,
after a long hot day,
and creatures in me,
hurry to go away.
What am I?

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The Ocean