Grey Cloud
There once was a grey cloud
which filled the sky.
Thirsty plants called to her
bounty on high.
She gave and she gave
in response to their call
Trees in her rains of great grace
grew green tall
So much she did give
she became faintly traced
So slight now her cloud
angel wings tiny laced
but a raintree for his
dried grasses cried
She gave of her last and
became nothing at all
Lo and behold the nothing was all
and this Cinderella now did come to each ball
with the sky itself ever blue cloak
with which to mantle each every and all
now the sun moon and stars
shine on her tapestry
and on this turquoise
brocade
is the Milky Way laid
(to Frances Shibley)
poem by Saiom Shriver
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