The Clouds

Some clouds were in black, some , in silvery white, some close to mountains, some sailed over heads right, some traveled and wandered slowly, some twisted fast with their might The white egrets flew close to the sea. And, the eastern winds cooled the leafy green tree. The dancing peacocks spread their wings while the swallows flew across. And, the butterflies flew, flower to flower, for nectar drops. On my roof, I saw the rays of falling rain. And, heard the music of the month that girls sang from their inner vein, those glossy clouds, shed their drops, counting billionth