"CLOUDS IN THE SKY"
By Alex Sharpe
Soft. Curtlin. White and lovely.
Tumbling softly, blowing aloftly.
Stretching far -- stretching wide.
Growing tall and growing high.
Dimmer. Dimmer. Fainter. Fainter. Growing higher.
Darkness falls. Darkness rises.
Higher. Higher -- Into the sky.
It soars. It flies -- higher than a plane -- its so sincere.
Its fearful. Its scary.
Its black. It weary.
It lets lose all of its mighty power, and makes it shower.
It thunders. It lightnings. It is so frightening.
It drenches whats below it, as if a river were flowing through it.
You knew it would happen -- no time for a nappin'.
Then, it all suddenly stops.
The darknessdisappears, the light arises.
And in the sky -- one single -- pretty, white and fluffy cloud appears.
Soft. Curtling. White and lovely.
Pale. Mysterious. Tumbling aloftly, blowing softly.
So magical, so mysterious.
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