Forgotten Cloud

December 7, 2017

White and fluffy, soaring so high

I am but a cloud floating in the sky

There is no breeze to wake the trees

And stir the air and the clouds like me

The sun is so bright yet it doesn’t burn

For I am simply water that took a turn

Nothing is quite special about us clouds

I am always quiet, never too loud

We may only sit and move with such grace

But we do not have bodies or even a face

Not that I mind though it is a little sad

When people look up with words so gad

So I think of all these things I can’t speak

To ease loneliness which always steals a peak

I hear the thoughts of the people below

Some of the present, others long ago

Try as you might to cure my despair

You cannot save me, I stay chained to the air

With those pretty kites and your silly peers

That you tell me about while I weep my tears

But who could imagine and who would care?

For I’m a mere cloud – floating forgotten up there

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