CLOUD
By
Ray Finch
I’m a fluffy white cloud floating high in the sky
The people below me are like ants passing by
Made of the vapor that comes up from below
Where am I heading I don’t really know
The winds that blow me, often change their minds
As I link up with others and grow my waistline
The heavier I get I then start to fall
As my mood darkens now here comes my squall
Rain sleet and snow now falling down
Some in the oceans or on baron ground
But wherever I fall I won’t be forlorn
Because one day I know, I will be reborn