Oh little cloud, little cloud,
small, bright white and round,
so far from the ground,
why you seem to be shy?

The weather is perfect,
just good on demand,
whenever you are around,
and round too, I see you.

Drifting or floating
I am not quite sure,
come closer if you prefer,
so I do not have to hazard,
a guess.

It is easy to see, like
one,
        two,
                three,
that you my beauty, are
the good weather bringer,
          stick around longer,
     I will bring you dinner.

Now what do clouds eat?
A little water a little dust,
some sun or cold is a must,
but you are such a small one,
let me tie a string to you
like I own you, just for fun.

I would let you go, as high as
you wish, I have this line, a big
reel, I use on fish, it is light, it is clear,
no barbs or hooks,
a slip knot, that will let you go,
when there is no time left to play.

And we will go our separate ways,
                   knowing that for a space in time,
I was a companion of yours and
                                     you were all mine.