from my window i can see our cloud
it is full of rain but frantically
running through the sky as if fire was after it
as if fire
beats water
if you think about the sun
you remember that it's made of fire
we forget that the sun is just another star
that offered to give us autographs
every summer on our skin
oh! sweet summertime,
splashing in ocean waves
or a five minute thunderstorm
i raise my smile to the sky and salute the clouds
whispering a reminder through the wind that the sun is nothing to be afraid of
or worshiped
it's just there, it's like all of us
we're just here
and i think the fact that we don't fall off the planet
even though we're sticking off of it sideways
is proof enough that we're doing just fine here