The Clouds

“Clouds that wander through the sky,
Sometimes low and sometimes high;
In the darkness of the night,
In the sunshine warm and bright.
Ah! I wonder much if you
Have any useful work to do.”

Yes, we’re busy night and day,
As o’er the earth we take our way.
We are bearers of the rain
To the grasses, and flowers, and grain;
We guard you from the sun’s bright rays,
In the sultry summer days.”