The clouds float by like soft whit pillows
but they go unnoticed by the masses.
They billow and puff and hide the sun.
but for most just an ordinary day passes.

The sun is hiding behind a whit puff
And someone noticed their shadow disappear
Again the sun, again a cloud
The light hidden, in darkness some fear

The clouds billow and puff, and glide by
Did you see that one? Floating by was an Angel.
They Change and Float, through the sky they go.
I am staring out the window, not a sight that’s dull.