Heads In The Cloud Poem by Mary Champion

We've surrendered human knowledge to the cloud,
all our works and memories are stored there.
Some should bring us shame, some should make us proud,
a lot of common sense, some wisdom - precious - rare;
the ways we need to act to save our Earth,
the secret to the universe and life,
trite and trashy thoughts, things of lasting worth,
how to bring world peace - cease all human strife.
But clouds are power hungry and the cost
is greater than we have the means to pay,
so, all our priceless knowledge will be lost
when finally it dawns - that rainy day.
All the treasured products of our senses
will vanish on the day the cloud condenses.