Ferocious clouds, funky and wild
Inhabiting the October sky
Some are mournfull, some are mild
Floating, drifting up so high.

Building palaces in silver and white
Pacing above the land so free
Never bother to run and hide
Resting in themselves, content to be.

Never seen landscapes or mountains so bright
No man can create such dimensions
If I tried with all my might
I never could fullfill my true intentions.

You can sit on earth making petty rules
While the clouds above you try to tell
Tales so beautiful made with unknown tools
Stories emerging from Heaven and Hell.