I look up above and wonder
If it’s a sad thing
To be clouds
To not be able to confide in
The Sun, the stars or in crowds
To keep changing colours
So they can keep celebrating the sky
To keep floating around
So little birds can fly and dive and enjoy
To drain yourself down
For the rainbows that satisfy
To keep moving along
Until one day
You shrink and dissolve and die
I look up above and wonder.
Maybe that’s what am I.
