The Mother Of Clouds
At night, I felt someone pull me into the sky ,
I opened my eyes ,
I saw clouds to tie .
Then I saw the mother of clouds ,
Sitting and working,
Stitching and weaving her babies into fine moulds .
I saw all this and felt proud,
No one has ever seen,
Never from the ground.
They were perfect, the moulds,
Do you believe it ? Because I do,
I rose up and saw the clouds and the mother of clouds.