The Cloud1 min 309 1 min 309
In the vast everlasting sky,
There was a cloud, white and bright;
A mixture of various elements,
Kindling a virtuous sprite...
She could make up tonnes of shapes,
From chubby cheeks to a squeezed grape;
The moody nature wasn't that right,
But always tend to improve her might...
Her thunderous voice generated storms,
Frightened the sailors sailing tight;
Tears led to heavy downpour,
Even the sun couldn't pass his light...
Hiding her anger and frustration within,
She craved nights and nights;
Till the moment she found a friend,
The moon sitting just above her height...
The alliance had its own pacts,
The union was an unexpected delight;
Calmness and coldness of the moon,
Used to cut short the upheaval slight...
Moon used to hide behind her,
He had an emotional orbit;
Rays of light arriving from the thunderhead,
Inspired a prepossessing sight...
The moon is always present there,
Varying its shape, hidden in sunlight;
The cloud nourishes him with care,
This friendship is a beauty in disguise...