26 September 2012
Light, fluffy ornaments of the sky, Oh, mystical clouds, please tell me why,
You are ever so high up, beyond the tallest reach, It is you who blocks the sun from the warmest beach,
Made of water, bathed in light, A cosy blanket in the coldest night,
Burst forth rain, snow and hail, Under the stars you will prevail,
Soft, enormous, surrounded by blue, All shapes and sizes, but pure and true,
Clouds above, swirling and white, Oh, what glory, such a sight,
Red sunsets shine right through, Pouring all the rain from you,
Up above the world so high, Cotton giants in the sky,
Softly, softly, little cloud, Wrap the night in a moonlit shroud.
Clouds • Opuss № I