How lonely can a small cloud be
who floats above the land all day?
She prances proud in clothes of sun.
She's free to float and race and play.
Daughter of the Earth and Water,
and favorite nursling of the Sky,**
she holds tear drops from the sea,
and hangs with friends until she's dry.
She can see more than all the trees
and absorb colors as she wills.
She is opaque as she pleases
until transparent after spills.
How lonely can a lone cloud stay,
hugged by family all through the night?
Maybe she longs to steal away
in attempts to see her own light.
Or does she know it's much better
to have the wealth of Nature’s arms?
Why not be content with fetters
that charm rather than cause her harm?
Neither scared nor lonely can she
be, floating up there night and day,
touching only when all agree
in Sky's magnificent ballet.
*William Wordsworth, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
**Percy Byssche Shelley, "The Cloud"
For Sumana's Prompt
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