Floating as a Cloud
Little cloud, you are freely floating
in the huge sky
who is smooth as white cotton
you wake up early before the sun rises
and makes the prince sun ready for the world
I am wondered
How are you still giving affection
for the spicy sun
who is shining brighter than red beacons
when the sun sets,
you get a vibrant makeup done with red and orange
little cloud, you hear all the curses.
when the peasants yearning for rain,
you get matured
by turning soft white cotton into dark purple
sparkling silver rays flash across you
you aren’t the smooth and soft cloud further
when the wind whispers you every morning
you start floating freely.
