Flight Of The Cloud Lord Poem by Frederick Stadler

High up, where the eagles soar,
There hovers the Cloud Lord evermore.
Rain, thunder, a storm of sorts,
He brings them all with strong retorts.

A bolt of lightning could be his wish
Or water brought to lakes of fish.
Snow can fall and rest on land;
The clouds are all at his command.

He flies away with righteous cause;
He flies away with great applause.
He flies so fast with clouds below,
His honor on the world bestowed.