as a cloud slips out
from hands of mountain queen
it questions its existence
it questions its belief

with one hazy walk
feeling all it sees
flies it through the sky
curious of its being

but world's a stranger yet
in lesser realms of sea
a shiny pearl of glass
on edge of floorless being

in mystery that pervades
did often wonder he
standing still in awe
what does freedom mean

to all of what it asked
and all what it sees
closed both eyes and heard
the call of its belief

"in all which forces flow
in all prayers which heal
into your song of life
purge my lonely being"