A poem about clouds by Mad Baz Newman:
Forsooth, I am up in the clouds all day,
I tap relentlessly and pray,
So, so many clouds that blow swiftly away,
Upon them lies all hope they'll open up to me today, till some wondrous building comes my way,
Then, oh blessed hope, I can leave the clouds and get thee hence once more to play.
Forsooth, I am up in the clouds all day,
I tap relentlessly and pray,
So, so many clouds that blow swiftly away,
Upon them lies all hope they'll open up to me today, till some wondrous building comes my way,
Then, oh blessed hope, I can leave the clouds and get thee hence once more to play.