Ever-Changing Clouds

Blobs of cotton white clouds hover distantly in the sky,

Moving slowly, like a turtle-bird.

Dancing swiftly to form multiple misty shapes,

Like a pale white flower, a snowy teddy bear, and an ever-changing butterfly flying off for a thousand miles.

The clear blue sky a canvas, the clouds the animated picture.

This is just a little poem that we were assigned to make for English class. It's incredibly short and it's not my best, but I suck at poems and I really want someone's opinion. This is my first ever poem I've published, and I'm sorta new here so I'd appreciate reviews. Wow. I'm speaking in a professional and calm way. That's not like me. Anyways, I'd really like to hear your thoughts, Thank you!