A Cloud

A grey cloud in holes flew in the sky alone, headed for its dole all the time along. Brilliant sunlight spots fell onto the ground. Jumped as little balls, run as a greyhound. With the insects brittle rushed along the meadow, an’ there a May beetle made another circle. An’ sounds everywhere rang out as in a jungle, the guests in the air lavishly got jumbled. Fondly dandelions crowded all together, organ-grinders – flyers played in fair weather. Suddenly black clouds gathered in the sky, blew away round dance in the near dry. Soared in the bounds of the vault of heaven, the cloud on the ground fell to form forever.