Clouds
Clouds At the top of the mountain Where the green touches the blue Soft white clouds are floating I wonder where to I wonder if they even noticed That they blessed me today Are they making room for the sunshine Or are they carrying the rain Either way I will make them welcome I will make them feel right at home For I know that their message Is not for me alone I wonder if on down the line Some poet might stand and say Are you making room for the sunshine Or are you carrying the rain Either way... Sign in to see full entry.