Even tempered you don't get mad at us
That is why you are named Cirrostratus.
Even
Uniform
Flush is not quite right,
but the day is bright
so it is quite, alright,
                                  to be on the level.
Fair weather friend like other cloud types,
no excitement, no stress, no hype, yawn.

There is though a shadow, you have this darkness about you,
Yes I remember well the Cirrus cloud cousin. Your lighter
lower twin!
  
But you my friend are so high, stretched across the sky
I want to fly, and touch you with the tips of my
fingers, float like a note from an
opera singer, Cirrostratus my friend we must get
together again and make it
surreal the next time, I'll bring the wine,
you bring the weather, I'll wear white,
you bring the blue crystal sky, and let me fly,
                                                            ­let me fly,
                                                            ­let me fly,
Pour me some chilled white wine,
And don't worry if in the wind we spill some below,
It is only a dirt carpet and ocean, for show,
                                                           ­           I can clean up later.