Its nice to say
To write and be read
To speak and be heard
Its nice-so nice
The clouds are nice
Shapeless changing shades of wispy warping away
And you can see in them
A face
An animal
Something that can't be held
So many clouds
To cover out the sun
The sun is dying
Spending all internal energy
To shine any sort of light into your life
Its nice-that no one notices
Because lightbulbs have a switch
And the sun is going to set
Many times
And it takes me with it
Its nice-so nice
That while the sun dies to bring you light
You'd rather stare into the clouds