The darkest cloud in the sky
looks down and starts to cry.
She knows that it is winter once again
and that it will be three more months
until it ends.
Poor cloud, she cannot control her sadness
she's getting caught up in all this madness.
She's lonely cause she tries to stay away
because once she connects with another
the night lights up like day.
Don't worry you will be white another time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem