The First Cloud of Joy

On a sunny day
In the month of May
The heat is getting on and on
And near the Skyline I see a
A Cloud is Born.

Like a Crown on the head of a King,
The Cloud on the mountain- top
Is pure and shining

And then it marches to the East
With the wind coming from the West,
Marching and Marching
And it has no time to rest

The cloud is carrying A message
for the Mother Earth
And Every living being
That Life will soon take the rebirth.

And it says,
"The Winds are blowing
I see other clouds coming behind
I’m sure It’ll rain soon
For it’s the time for monsoon…"

Although it carries no drop of water,
The cloud gives me a hope
To believe in the gospel of the nature...

- Janhavee
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