Clouds 

I look at the clouds playing with the moon

I hear nature’s tune

A shape one moment

Shapeless the next

Black they look or perhaps a dark blue

Moving towards destinations new

Or perhaps no destination at all

Having no ambitions tall

But merely a desire fervent

To make the world pleasant

By falling on the earth in drops

And delighting all the crops

Gentle rain

Ceasing the soil’s pain

I look at the clouds playing with the moon

I hear nature’s tune