Wenn wallende Wolken Wie Wattebauschen Den Himmel berauschen, Die Sterblichen lauschen Dem Klang der ewig unendlichen Freiheit.
Translation:
When swirling clouds Befuddle the sky Like cotton-wool *****, Mortals hear eternal and infinite Freedom ring.
This poem entered my head while watching the clouds one day and I wanted to share it.(: Since the rhyme scheme and rhythm only work in German, I decided to post it in its original form.