Cloudy attire

I make my surroundings playful,

For without me, it's blue and dull.

I guide the golden ball to shine,

And feed the trees their fuel divine.

Absorb the fugitive to let the rain 

Warn the mortals for thunder shine

"Why are you disturbing"- all birds cry 

"To give you what I have" - I smile and reply

I travel pole to pole, a scenic parade,

To nourish and nurture the lands I've made.

I chat with the birds who rest on my crest,

While people seek heaven, though paradise they possess

Though I vanish quickly, like a bubble,

The time I spent was free of trouble.

I danced above with the best of views,

Now I’ll watch you grow—that’s my cue.