Poetry of clouds outside the window

It's really quiet around here.

I saw the sky outside the window.

White clouds;

Floating clouds;

Changing clouds;

I am thinking, where is your destination;

What was your last appearance!

Maybe, you want to go to the seaside,

Accompanied by beaches, oceans and palm trees;

Maybe you want to stop in the forest;

Turn into raindrops and fall on the earth;

It's a pity that you are just a child and a slave of the wind;

There's nothing you can do about yourself!

We are at the window, like this cloud,

Looking down at the sky, we were carried away by the wind,

Walk quietly, walk quietly;

Meet you in this sky and merge with you;

Leave you in the next sky, and the song will disappear;

Only when it falls into raindrops,

The rainbow we see,

That's the trace of our meeting.

Sometimes we are as white as snow,

We are sometimes as dark as night;

When it snows, enjoy the warmth of sunshine and the loveliness of sky blue;

When night comes, angry lightning passes through our bodies,

Let us turn into endless raindrops and fall into the valley of the earth;

I yearn for the comfort of snow and enjoy the blue sky and sunshine;

But I don't want to drift again until it dissipates;

I would like to turn into a dark cloud like night,

Let lightning and thunder respond to the selfishness of the wind;

Then turn into raindrops and land on the earth;

From then on, the two merged and took root.

Nourish the earth and give birth to life;

Since then, the wind has become warm; Sunshine is warmer;

We can smile and look up at the clouds in the sky!