They form high up in their home
To block the sun and shadow the land
For they swift and sail and roam
With out any direction at hand

Creative little white puffs they are
Floating from land to land as they sail
They never get tired for they travel afar
Oh countless stories they must tell!

Of foreign treasure buried in the earth
The beautiful sights yet unexplored
The sea of life that gives birth
What a beauty humanity has to behold

They see the honest beauty of the soul
Surely they must see the unknown
For miles they travel, theyve seen the toll
Of what humanity has yet to flown...