Malignant Clouds

Clouds loom drifting, passing by, The west wind gently tempts them on Though no one knows what cause them cry And no one hears their pleading voice As all their acid tears well dry. Snowy white, in rank and file, The south wind warmly glides them far; Smiling wryly all the while Natant high above the earth Ambling on, mile after mile. Alluring to the offhand glancer The east wind briskly chafes them forth Skittering like the showtime dancer Yet hidden deep within their breast A growing rude and covert cancer. But nature's wrath will bid her toll The north wind casts the clouds astray Freezing, breezing, pole to pole, The stricken, tainted, wisps will wane ~ Dare no one care to save their soul? So now as time is dwindling low As the ill winds clime their worst The poisoned rains, in flooding flow, Rape our land to end mankind ~ And still, the winds shall wanton blow.