Clouds (unrhymed)
Huge, black and dark
The clouds seem so strong
Glaring on the Earth with their
Magnificent black gowns
Roaring and cheering as they walk by
Tearing and smearing the winds and the land
Scaring but still caring for the beings
What they need and what they don't
Then comes the farmland
"Fall on me, make me pretty!" Quoth he.
"Sure", say the messengers of God.
And hence they make him pretty.
A sparrow of the earth meets
The cockoos of heaven
"What's the reason of you existence?" Asks he.
"Our existence?" Say the cuckoos,
"Why, the vague, transparent beauty!"
Now the black sheep are weak
They are less blacker, less darker,
Less roaring, but no sign of distress.
"Goodbye Earth, but we shall meet again."
Then slowly fade away.
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