WHERE THE WHITE CLOUDS GO
Who can tell where the white clouds go
When they drift far off and out of view,
Over many hills, over many streams,
Seeing many things that are bright and new.
As they float on by, as they kiss the sun,
As they wander off, to a place unknown,
I would go with them, I would fly with them,
I would wander with them, too.
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Who can tell what the white clouds feel
As they travel far, never settling down,
Over many heads, over many hearts,
Over many who are homeward bound.
Do they wish to pause, do they turn their gaze
To the children laughing as they play?
Do they hope to rest in a peaceful place
at the end of each floating day?
- by Julie
For Sam, a wellbeloved lightworker who left the planet today.