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…
Copyright © Ciara Aiyana Ashley-Garn | Year Posted 2009
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