The Cloudy Shallot

A cloud wanders slowly through the sky,

Sometimes it’s lonely,

But sometimes its friends float by.

 

Years and years ago,

It saw a beautiful land of leaf and sea,

But now all it sees is you and me.

 

Grinding, digging, and choking the land,

A cloud in agony,

To see the dirt turn to sand.

 

Warmer and warmer,

The Earth grows hot,

The cloud may as well reside on a cooking Shallot.