Sunrise and the clouds are silver, gold, pink or the brightest of whites
they promise new beginnings and I believe them
I say goodbye to the night
and the day is full of all that might be

sun fringed clouds speak of good fortune and hope
when I raise my eyes to see them things start looking up
silver linings

dark clouds rising are mysterious and foreboding
what danger is imminent?
how will it affect me?
I become watchful

ah, today black clouds shadow my father's angry face
it’s time to make myself scarce
there is no doubt about the turbulence ahead
for mother and me it’s time to flee the storm to come

I am grateful
the clouds have lifted from our little home
the windows and doors are open 
fresh air has once again surged through and purged too

my little window looks to the sky
there are omens in the various shapes passing by
I watch them, they guide me
to more  thoughts of what is to come by and by