Clouds have been here, for millions of years
one with the rivers, and flowed through our tears
They been cleansing this earth, sense the oceans blue
rising again towards the heavens, to be renewed
If you can talk to a Cloud, what would it say
Teach us of life, and lessens we've strayed
all the wars and battles, witness the dead
but becoming new life, instead of stained red
retaining all memories, of life forms which was
the infinite wisdom, a common thread to discuss
A Cloud then could communicate, with all levels of life
for it would have family history, and a understanding mind
To the largest tree, to the smallest cell
made from the same elements, sprang up from this same well
if Clouds have been here, for so many years
Could the memories they hold, bring us to fears
Fears that there is so little, that we understand
Feeds life, feeds growth, all processes recycled again
So think to yourself, when you see a cloud passing by
I wonder what it would say, if that Cloud was a live.
J. Nastie
Sea City Dolls
