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.