My Cloud As Wide As a Field By Reynaldo L Mast

I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud? My cloud is other than my safe haven, with hard sweat and tears I will make it rain, and it will flood some dreams When someone request to see my cloud it is not white nor gray I spout out a bluish silver color with lots of fun shapes that stay I grumble like thunder making lightning afterwards I grumble like thunder when people seem to think my field is theirs No way! I say, Hey YOU! Get off MY Cloud! To day I try my best to push them off with louder thunder With lightning flash with some god like shock My world, my soul, my hardship and most of my entire dream Is emptied out by one that stands wrong on my field of dreams The silver lining becomes so dull; I hope to make them fall My cloud is as wide as a field that I may grow and sow Now once more, I will say if it fails to get them off my cloud so low I may have it not low, to make the fall a hard blow I am King on my cloud; I can make it float high I can make it float low, but if you decide to step on it You will find thunder and lightning that will make a great show And I will say the same thing once more Hey YOU! Get off My cloud!