Your Cloud

The clouds above speak to us,

I promise it’s not woo woo.

They exist above and flow in love,

I promise you it’s true.

Each unique in its’ own space,

A design of the divine.

We sit and watch

What can we find,

In the beauty up above.

A cloud for me

A cloud for you,

They beat to their own drum.

They give us rain

To take the pain

Of keeping life so clean.

They clear our minds,

refresh our soul,

Wipe the slate clear clean.

And when we dream we count the sheep,

Moving like the clouds.

The clouds above they know no pain,

There’s nothing there to gain.

A sky to paint,

With color so faint,

The purest of them all.

A cloud for me

A cloud for you,

There’s always one above.

And if there’s not,

They take a break,

Like you might need to do.

The clouds are here to be with us,

To block the shining sun,

To cool the air,

And make life fair,

In a game a that can’t be won.