Clouds

 

What would happen to the sky 

if the sky thought it was a cloud?

-Nanne Nyander

Everything is muddy,

my feet are stuck to the ground,

the clouds are big and dark,

but I fear nothing,

the clouds bring the rain,

the rain pours over me,

over my face and washes my tears away, 

washes all the mud away,

I’m free,

I can see clearly now,

I no longer fear nothing.

-Nanne Nyander

I am a tiny cloud in the clear blue sky.

I am the sky that lets the cloud move freely.

I am the one looking up at the sky in amazement. 

I am the one.

I am one.

-Nanne Nyander