Clouds

Many colors can be found
But there's only one stands out
What do you think it is?
Could it be blue?

As we look at above
We can see it
Different shapes that forms it
Like the oceans surrounding it.

Perfection can't be everywhere
But its harmony
Will always be there
Color must be over it.

Many things even person has it
For a wonderful sign
Collaboration who made it
Is it right to fit it?

No need to erase it
The incredible brightness
Not the sun
But who covers it

With originally
Blue on it
What we call
Clouds. . .

This poem is about: 
Our world
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