Cloud
The grey mass that makes all kinds of shapes
Laying on the meadow grass looking upward
Life has no strings attached it’s a wireless cord
Life is not easy but at the end we will receive our reward
Being next to the one we love which is our lord
Far away in the distant air
Floating free with not a single care
Sitting in a chair with all despair
Watching the clouds and butterflies having an affair
So beautiful as the sun begins to set all we can do is stare
One with the sky as the wind blow
On the earth the descend and flow
During trouble times they come together and become dark and grow
Even after the sun rays find there way through on the earth they glow
For us everyday they put on a different show
Looking up in amazement we clap in our hearts from below
Always floating quiet and never loud
No matter how many are in the sky they never seem to crowd
They are all together as one and together they are proud
It’s a beautiful life to live…the life of a cloud
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