There was a cloud. A cloud unbound.
Travelling the sky, without any sound.
Misguided it drifted, its direction unknown,
Sometimes above, and sometimes below.
Carried by the storms,
And strong winds by its side,
With ease and speed it travelled,
Across the sky with great stride.
Carried by the breeze,
Never did it freeze,
You would even see it fly,
Across the gloomy leaden sky.
Then one happy s...