Little Lonely Cloud

Little lonely cloud Drifting through the sky A thin gray shroud thrown over it Perhaps it has died The sky a beautiful blue And not its normal hue And how did a cloud With a shroud Ever find you? You were sitting under trees Watching the bees Right by the seas The sky was blue There was no other but you Now that lonely cloud That had a shroud Became a happy little thing, and As your eyes touched the skies Dreams were no longer lies…