o cloud where you go
thou give some roar
some light, don't be bore
here i will wait more.
turn your eyes to the
land
drought, less water and
the grass is getting
brown.
o cloud come down
don't to be unknown.
here you get some lazy
boy
play hide and sick and
with toy
please make thunder
that lable
if it were thay would
have go table.
but don't disturb the
lover's
possibly they sink in
romticism for ever
but come to the crop,
green field
here waiting flower's
and thirsty wild.