Little Cloud (Poem)

Dusty little could, move over would you
To hide the biting sun?
Why whatever will you do
Watching our dance and fun?

To hide the biting sun,
From the arid land down below.
Watching our dance and fun
Waiting for some life to grow.

From the arid land below
A drop of water quenches no thirst.
Waiting for some life to grow
The ones that survive go first!

A drop of water quenches no thirst.
Why whatever will you do?
The ones that survive go first.
Dusty little cloud move on, would you?