White, puffy, soft and cold
My thoughts wander high up above
Hiding the light behind their back
Casting the shadow on the world below
Shedding a tear for the ones here
They fly high in the sky above
Dreams sweet of an elegant nature
Hopes high for that pot of gold
Ripe harvests for seasons to come
Are those clouds high up above
A father’s love, a mother’s care
Thoughts many beyond my philosophy
Are all what they are, the clouds
Floating in the sky, high up above
Yielding lightning, the bravest sword
And thunder, the mighty shield
A knight, so magnificently attired
Guards humanity and us, the mortals
White soft gown, grazing the sky
Slow steps of a sweet shy bride
A cloud, she moved to her eternal groom
Who kissed her a promise, a whole life new
A little cherub on a cloud weaves a tune
Alas! Unheard by our ears deafened
By the hues and cries of our pros and cons
Sadly we miss that tune of life
That cloud looked at the world below
Where it dwelt a lifetime ago
“Oh! Earth “, it cried, from above
“How strange thy art, far below”
By Tess