Clouds

Dark clouds are chasing forth.
They seem to fill the sky.
But when the rain starts falling
each one of them must die.

When the grey moves away
and the blue breaks through
we will lift our downheart spirits
and wake up from feeling blue.

When the sun is shining bright
we'll lift our heads up to the sky.
We'll enjoy its warmth and light
and we'll never wonder why.

But the seasons come and go.
Clouds again will fill the sky..
We will look up with a sigh,
see the grey and then we'll know.

geschreven door: Berry van Hagen en opgedragen aan iedereen die de natuur en elke vorm van leven een warm hart toedraagt.