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The lonely cloud that
slips the mind,
Only wishes to be one of a
kind.
It floats high and low,
But it can't seem to glow,
The poor lonely cloud is
just too little.
But then one day a bird
flies by,
Sent by the heavens to
soar through the sky,
The cloud grabs hold of
the bird's firm back,
To experience that of
which he lack,
The ability to be an
original.
But soon the bird sees the
lonely cloud,
And starts to squeal
really loud!
The cloud becomes a little
scared,
And regrets the reason why
he dared,
So he let go and began to
ever fall.
It seemed like days until
he hit the ground,
And when he was there he
heard a sound.
It seemed a crowd had
started to form.
The look on their faces
indicated something had born...
The people, they were so
very tall, too tall for the lonely cloud.
The cloud soon was
frightened again,
And raced away, not wanted
to be noticed ever again.
He raced to the clouds'
rightful place.
He never wanted to be back
at the base.
The other clouds greeted
him with a big warm smile,
And told him, he had gone
the extra mile.
The lonely cloud did its
job,
And stayed in the sky and
never sobbed.
It made a storm,
It let the sun shine
through,
And it let all the
happiness fall down onto you.
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