Clouds

Black and white are my favourite colours.                         They show no emotion,
They make no sound,                                    
There boring and dull,
They look like clouds.
 When the wind blows hard,
 The clouds run away.
 The sky opens up,
  The colours shine through.
 From bright blue to fire red.
  From sad to happy.
  From silent to loud.
  Emotions can change,
   At any time.  
  Just a few huffs and puffs, And black and white can change,
  Just like that.                    
And that is why there my favourite colours