Blue Cloud

Little Blue Cloud...
Loner in the sky.
Where are your friends?
As you drift by.

I can tell you're lonesome,
By yourself up there.
Sailing along the rim,
In the sunsets glare.

Could I give encouragement,
I would have you know.
That little clouds who stick around,
To bigger clouds...can grow.

A silver lining is supplied,
When shafted by the sun.
And the little bits of weather chill,
Can change it all to fun.

Where other clouds accumulate,
And other blue-clouds mass.
To gain that great and glorious realm,
Where fulgent rays can pass.


E.P. 1908 - 1989