Clouds July 11, 1990


Clouds are very pretty as they silently speak

They tell you what to say in a way that’s really neat

As I looked out the window and saw the clouds passing by

They told me the silence was past and now it was time to cry

They showed me what to cry about, and then eased my pain

Then showed me rest time was over, and time to cry again

And so the time went, for I don’t know how long

As the clouds spoke, never telling me to do anything wrong

And I am so thankful that I saw the clouds today

And I was able to hear what they had to say

Bonnie Jean

July 11, 1990

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