Clouds
2023-03-07T11:21:18-05:00Ever wanted to dance in the heavens? So high up that nothing
At first, The grief was as thick as the Nimbostratus clouds That
It’s so hot; my igloo’s melting I’m chopping trees, my neighbour's smelting
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in
‘Tis a gloomius day with racshack clouds The squawkety squacks are chattering