Fly high above the earth
dont stop or graze upon the turf.
Keep moving without a trace.
A changing expression on its face.
So it can judged by all its colors,
but within no different from each other.
Black or white their are no lines,
Nor red or yellow, the stages of time.
Tear away the aging cloud,
a life so short yet all too loud.
Loud that in a sense we all can see.
Speak it not to you and me.
We gaze upon the Vast existence,
if it wasn't loud, it would be meaningless.
So it cries and roars for our attention,
We run and hide, also mention,
that the cursed rain why do you pour,
the rain says the cloud, the cloud is sore.
We pray to God that it will end.
The cloud stops and then descends.
The rainbow appears,
The lives no longer fear,
it occurs to me that clouds are just like us,
Without love we fight and fuss,
Like war and hate all cold and damp,
if we shine a light, a candle, a lamp.
The reign will go and the sun will come,
to lead us a new and brave millenium.
It's power like above
Lennon said we needed love,
So simple a cloud can be,
so many chains we tend to be.
All is related to one another
All are my sisters and brothers.
Like I, the cloud I could care less,
if i was black or white or meaninglesss.
In this life I seek the Truth,
love and life we are granted to.
Take it away and who am I?
No longer a, cloud or part of the sky.
So many words I cannot say.
So many things I hope and pray.
Hoping to be heard I Screamed aloud.
I look to the sky, my friend the cloud.
