Written by: Jane Bowen

Cloud had cried all day that day
Once she heard Breeze blow by
Without knocking Breeze blew in 
While her whispers ...lingered in the sky

Boisterous Cedar had carelessly bellowed 
Saying how ugly was her cloud friend
Cedar’s hate was mindlessly spoken
Thoughtlessly repeated again by the wind

Breeze had saddened Cloud that day
Unaware that cloud had heard
We must all learn to keep silent
Verses saying anything so absurd

Father Fir Tree was so delighted
Standing tall shading the ground 
Listening intently to Babbling Brook
To things she had discovered and found

Breeze’s stories always pass by 
There is more to life than it seems
Karma always chooses her time 
Hence....Don't repeat hateful things!