The tears of clouds
It seems,
They are not in a good mood,
They feel blued,
They are overloading the streams.
But still,
It is good,
They are watering the wood,
And, acting like a pill.
Even though,
Clouds cry,
But they never stay dry,
They always glow.
The tears,
They shed,
Is also used by many like a bed,
It is not the indication of fears.
Even the,
Waterdrops fall,
But never stay still it always crawls,
They help trees to stand tall.
They fall,
But without leaving any stain,
They drain,
Without closing themselves between walls.
They are not in a good mood,
They feel blued,
They are overloading the streams.
But still,
It is good,
They are watering the wood,
And, acting like a pill.
Even though,
Clouds cry,
But they never stay dry,
They always glow.
The tears,
They shed,
Is also used by many like a bed,
It is not the indication of fears.
Even the,
Waterdrops fall,
But never stay still it always crawls,
They help trees to stand tall.
They fall,
But without leaving any stain,
They drain,
Without closing themselves between walls.
