On a bright summer's day, I saw something quite anew,
I looked up and saw that the clouds were trying to speak.
However their words might be quite afew,
And the language was of one that no human knew,
Their meaning was quite clear.
"I won't be around for much longer, I fear,"
With silent lips the clouds did cry,
"Trees, animals, fishes too, are disappearing, so why not I?"
By now the clouds had begun to drip great wet tears,
And completed their message in shuddering sobs,
"Please, I beg you of a favor,
I know that I will not be around forever,
but please, please, help me stay around longer.
Wouldn't it be sad if a little child, gazed up at me,
and saw nothing worthy to see?"
And so, the clouds finished their pleading,
leaving me, looking up, standing in the clouds' falling tears.