Soft Clouds

Soft clouds, like swans gliding on the lake, Like my grandma spinning threads so fine to make. Though you drift back and forth across the sky, Don’t tease us like a mouse with a cat nearby. You swim like a school of fish passing by, Rushing together, soaring up high. Yet with the sun’s burning rays on our backs, You barely shield us; protection poor lack. Shifting shapes in countless forms you play, Drifting like tufts of wool across the skyway. Even if you don’t bring rain to the ground, Your presence alone brings hope all around!