Tell me what the sound a cloud makes

Let me know what it takes

To find where it begins and where it ends

What that journey they make intends

As I watch them pass me by

Wishing to myself I could fly

Free as they float across the sky

Seeing all that lies below

Oh how I wish I could go

Over the trees and above the mountains

A soul set free to see all of God’s creation below

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