Why are clouds?                    Do you know why?

Are they castles in the sky?
Are they veils to mask the moon,
                 To shroud the sun at highest noon?
Or char-girls of immense grey girth,
                 With rainy brooms to sweep the earth?



Why are clouds?                    Do you know why?

To anchor rainbows in the sky?
To task and tease the fertile brain,
                 With milky monsters all in-train?
To mirror lightning's fright'ning flash,
                 Or echo thunder's rumbling crash?



Why are clouds?                    Do you know why?

Are the God's grace in the sky?
Are the reservoirs of hope,
                 To help us when we just can't cope?
To help us to look up, not down,
                 To greet life with a smile, not frown?



Why are clouds?                    Why don't you see?
For all these things!

For you,                           And me.





Copyright © 1992 by Gerry Edwards