A Cloud's Cry | Poem

I try to impress you, people, in many shapes,

Like I impressed your ancestor apes

 

Look at me with awe,

For I am nothing like what you ever saw

 

And wonder at my beauty,

As if you have no duty

I sometimes come as a doll,

Sometimes a ball

Rarely a lady

But often a teddy.

 

But you ignore me; I feel pity for your kind

Oh yes, I remember, you are “virtually blind”

 

When I look down, I see everyone in a hurry,

But no one is on time,

Stand still; don’t scurry

And just look at my mime

 

So, water water on the ground, what’s the most beautiful thing man has ever found?

tell it loud; 

yes, its me, the cloud!