The banished cloud in outer space
Traveled at a rapid pace
But it was not its will to go
Where its master told it so
Still it went where there was nothing
Hovering above like future stuffing
Till it cried and cried for ages
Forming waters, each tear’s wages
Then the spirit of the cloud
Went into the liquid, proud
All its salty tears had made
Below the surface, many shapes
Going up, it cried some more
Then went back down to see the score
The shapes began to have symmetry
And soon our oceans came to be
Still the cloud was unimpressed
It missed the old home it knew best
It had its creatures build a floor
To catapult threw surface door
The impact was tremendous waves
Inching forwards with every spray
Soon the ocean floor was broken
Each wave with debris its token
Till a piece of solid land
Formed amid the ocean’s band
Now the waves had a place to rest
And the cloud began to build its nest
Each drop of water made seeds in the ground
Trees were made, an Earth made its first sound
The map of green grew, from small and from great
The grid of one color, on a blue spinning plate
But in spite of its creatures, the cloud felt alone
It realized the trees would make better homes
He taught all his followers how to rise up
To crawl on the land, an eventually stand up
Some, above others, excelled for the better
Till their scaly features became wombs of feathers
So the question remains, what will this cloud become?
Why was it banished, by whom and where from?
Are there a group of dragons, living in the fiery sun?
Was the cloud a mere disguise for this banished one?
Cause even a dragon has wings to fly
It’s surely not the same as just floating on by
So perhaps this shamed dragon, in its new form
Aimed to make its own world, out of its scorn
Instead of fire, it breathed in the air
After first making water its lair
Now it too had wings, but all the control
Anyone made here comes from its soul
Still, a surprise came before it could think-
Two perfect walking images- and It tricked them in a blink