I am the clouds.
The clouds that hang,
by a skinny piece of string
like a ray of sunshine.
I looked down upon the world.
I leave deformed,
white gaps
in a big blue sky.
Soaking in all
the evaporated
tears of Earth,
Even The Salted tears
of small
human beings.
- The fragile, ants of Earth-
I cry for them
I make the thunder roll
for those
who are afraid
to speak out,
to let go.
I show planet Earth
that although
I am a small,
harmless,
white,
cloud of puff
I can have Rage too,
I speak out &
spread my anger
All across the whole
Wicked World.
I am the clouds
Setting into the atmosphere.
Getting a perfect view of the stars
above
& the cities lights
below.
I get tangled up with sunlight &
let the wind carry me along.
I can always leave
when things get too crazy
I am the clouds
all over the world.
I am free.
