The clouds whispered, to the birds,
What do you see when you fly?
The chirps gave a crude reply,
And the clouds made a sigh.
Through came a gush of wind,
Changing the path the clouds were in,
Without any hesitation they gave in,
Cause their journey had just began.
Countless miles covered in a day,
They wafted around in the month of May,
Time to change colour, will be soon,
Cause it would be, the summer end.
Dark grey shade, huge mass
Drifting over the land,
They poured over the farms,
Cracking smiles and clapping arms.
Now small, feeble and white,
They prayed the sun for some insight,
Red ball smiled, and shined,
Restored them to their early might.
What a journey this had been,
But the cloud had this forseen,
Clouds revved for the same cycle,
Cause their Jouney had just began.
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