Clouds
So beautifully the strokes of the clouds float through the sky
So nicely they tell a story that leaves no one with the question why
The clouds are a constant
Even if something is offset
The clouds are there despite if the sun shines or if the rain comes
A constant is something that you can depend on, something that you know doesn't shun
The clouds let the world know how it feels
Even if from the sun it has to steal
The clouds don't care
About the ware and tear
It doesn't care if it sheds some tears
The clouds have no fears
They are just floating along
Singing a song
Just getting through living each and every day
Because the clouds don't care what people may say
Rain or shine
Penny or dime
Free or fine
The clouds just tell it how it is
Even if they may not be his
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