Little cloud,
I watch you in the sky.
Where are you going?
What will you become?
I try to see what shape you have.
Are you a scarecrow waiting to scare away a ghost?
Are you an old woman, up-side down?
Will you grow big or small?
Will you vanish or become a storm?
If I could swipe my hand right through you,
Would it be wet or dry?
There goes a plane, flying right into you.
Oh, how tiny it is.
How big you really are!
Little cloud, you are much more than I first thought.
What mysteries you hold.
What strange thoughts you have brought to mind.
Tonight I will think about you,
Little cloud.
(1999)