Nimbos Poem by Bob Axell

My little cloud passes by
And blows away in blue
I once had just one cloud
But now I have two

I named one of them Pluto
And the other Mary-May
They were born this morning
And have stayed with me all day

I wonder if they'll stay tommorrow
Or if we'll part tonight
And sail of in seperate directions
Out of human sight

I hope we meet again
Hope I see them when they're grown
I watched the red sun sink
And my clouds they shone.

I hope I'll see you tommorrow
In the morning and afternoon
I hope you stay for a few days
I'll see you - hopefuly -soon.