CLOUDS

There the clouds
Passes by
Far and far away
To some distant land
Gaining heights of height

Dark and heavy
It rains down
Drop by drop, and
If unheard
Hails heavily

The silver crown
Which the cloud wore
To beautify the head
Was seen dumped elsewhere.
Whose call it was?

Hidden beneath,
In the cracks of fields
Lonesome Mother earth,
Waith!

She soaks all the pain
Which falls down
From the sky above
Wow! Thy gravity
Wow! Thy touch

Core of thy heart
Clouds, as her children
Rests asleep
Unabated in love