Through the eye of a needle

Clouds were wrenched by

Like shredded silk scarves

That twirled in the sky

They slither over the sun

They suck up all the fun

And turn it into rain

That slides down your drain

They form shapes when you're not looking

Shifting over the earth

They drench the soil and clean the trees

While showering you at birth

Sprouting life and beauty from the ground

Crowding the air without a sound

They are always there, watching from above

Creating misfortune and new found love

They drink up the colours from the setting sun

Now you know how the deed is done

By the cunning clouds that sweep the skies

Disappearing after the last light dies

And the last bird cries

Turning the day into a web of lies