A cloud so unreliable
to provide such decent shade
though many stop to watch them
they're perfect, they're God made.
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They're made of wispy water
so white up in the sky
collections of lovely ice
always floating by and by
.
The flying birds they wander
in fields all made of fluff
their world has always been
heavenly beds of cloud stuff
.
They watch, so high above
over worlds so far below
and greet the morning's sun
like a rooster's mighty crow.
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They watch our lives with interest
always wondering why we stay
upon the ground, so anchored
to our world so far away.
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We watch each other daily
always wondering why they stay
to live so far down below,
and float in the sky all the day.