Look at the clouds, they tell a story
Of untold woes and songs of glory.
Woes always hidden, never seen;
In the sky infinite they will always be.
They carry them within for times unknown.
Without a glitch they glide on,
But once in a while when it gets too heavy,
They let go, cause’ they’re weary.
And then it rains and we call it nature’s beauty,
But that? It is just the clouds’ melancholic story.