THE LITTLE WHIE CLOUD BY T C WELLS

Let me tell you a tale,
I shall not lie.
'Bout a little white cloud,
That fell from the sky.


Poor little cloud fell so hard,
Landed in the middle of my back yard.
Hit so hard, it scared the dog,
Turned the little white cloud into a fog.


Said to himself, I am not dew,
I should be up in the sky of blue.
He gathered himself and puffed up proud,
Turned back into a little white cloud.


There happened along a spring time breeze,
Softly blowing through the trees.
Gently lifted the little cloud up,
From where he sat on a butter cup.


Little white cloud started his assent,
Higher and higher the little cloud went.
The big clouds thought he was a joke,
One called him a puff of smoke.


He thought how he would be so proud,
If he could be a big storm cloud.
He turned himself real, real dark,
Tried to lightning, not even a spark.


The sun shine dried him back to white,
And a little bit smaller, what a pitiful sight.
Then one day when the sun shown hard,
He noticed an infant in a neighborhood yard.


He knew just what he had to do,
Up there all alone in the sky of blue.
He drifted over where the baby laid,
Covered it with his spot of shade.


He stayed right there till the baby went in,
Then formed himself into a grin.
The other clouds bowed their thunder heads,
You're a hero is what they said.


If ever you look to a clear blue sky,
And a little white cloud goes floating by.
Show him a smile and wave real hard,
Maybe he'll shade in your back yard.

~written by T. C. Wells~

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