A cloud so unreliable
to provide such decent shade
though many stop to watch them
they're perfect, they're God made.
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.
They watch our lives with interest
always wondering why we stay
upon the ground, so anchored
to our world so far away.
We watch each other daily
always wondering why they stay
to live so far down below,
and float in the sky all the day.


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